Chapter Seventy-One
Alicia's POV
At 6pm, I heard a knock on my door. I'd been dreading this moment all day. The reunion. Facing everyone from my past. Pretending I was someone I wasn't.
I opened the door expecting a maid. Instead, Malachi stood there holding a large box and several smaller ones.
"What's this?" I asked.
"Your outfit for tonight." He walked past me into the room, setting everything on my bed. "I wasn't sure what you'd wear, so I took care of it."
I stared at the boxes. Designer logos I recognized from magazines. Brands I could never afford even now.
"Malachi, you didn't have to—"
"Open them."
I lifted the lid off the largest box. Inside was a dress that took my breath away. Deep emerald green silk that caught the light. Simple but elegant. The kind of dress that whispered wealth instead of shouting it.
