Kieran had barely finished rinsing the plates from their late breakfast when the second doorbell rang. He didn't seem surprised because he had been waiting for it.
Selene, on the other hand, was surprised by the ringing bell, but it soon died when she remembered there was a parcel coming for her.
"That must be the gown," she murmured under her breath, rising.
Kieran said nothing. His hands were already dry. His posture was quiet and unassuming. But behind the black mask, his eyes darkened.
Of course, it was the gown.
He had known it was arriving today; he knew almost everything now.
She returned with the parcel in hand, excitement faintly warming her features. She didn't smile often, but when she did—when her focus left the weight of her past and settled on something new—
"I'll be quick," she added. "I need to get ready before sunset, and I have to visit someone. The party starts early."
