When Kaija woke up the next morning, the sun was already high overhead.
The moment she stepped into the living room, she froze.
On her mahogany dining table sat an enormous bouquet of roses arranged inside an equally enormous white vase. Beside it rested a suspicious-looking black paper bag.
Every muscle in her body locked.
'What the hell?'
Her gaze snapped toward the hallway.
'Who got into my flat while I was asleep?'
More importantly—
'How did they get a key?'
Ten frantic minutes later, after checking every room, every closet, every corner she could think of with a kitchen knife clenched tightly in her hand, Kaija finally let out a shaky breath.
Nobody was there.
At least she wasn't about to be murdered.
Returning to the living room, she eyed the paper bag like it might explode.
Carefully, she peeked inside.
"A dress?"
Her eyebrows shot up.
