Aurelia

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I’ve been idling by the window all morning, keeping an eye out for the package I’m supposed to receive before work this night. It’s almost past noon, the workers come and go through out the day. But there’s been no sign of a delivery yet.

The odd hours of the job came as a relief to me. I wouldn’t have to worry about being called while I’m out working, since everyone would be asleep already.

It’s almost two more hours of waiting when I see the unfamiliar black car idling by the front of the estate gates. I make my way outside, dismissing the worker on their way to question the parked vehicle. The driver rolls down the tinted window the second I walk up to it, his eyes are hidden behind dark sunglasses. Without a word, he hands me a small rectangular box, rolling up the window as soon as I take it. He drives away.

I tuck it to my chest, dodging all the staff as I make my way back to my room.

It’s a velvet material, soft. It feels expensive. I untie the satin bow, then pull the box op