The next morning Ariel woke up from a soft knock on her door. Her eyes struggled to open as she was still enjoying her sleep after spending the whole night having a heavy heart.

"Come in,” she murmured, her voice laced with drowsiness, her eyes still shut.

The door knob twisted open and soft footsteps padded across the room.

Maria carried a neatly wrapped box in her hands. Her voice was gentle yet firm as she spoke. “Ma’am, Sir asked me to bring this to you. Also, breakfast is ready.” She said, then place the box down on the bedside table.

But Ariel didn’t respond.

Maria eyebrows squinted, she took...