“Evelyn, you have a delivery.”

Maya’s cheerful voice echoed as she entered Evelyn’s workspace, carrying a small dark brown box adorned with a maroon ribbon.

Evelyn, who was adjusting the digital design for her latest diamond collection, turned quickly.

“From whom?”

“The courier didn’t say. But there’s a note.” Maya handed her a small slip of paper attached to the top of the box.

The handwriting was neat and thoughtful:

> “For you, because I know you often forget to eat breakfast. —W.”

Evelyn stared at the letters for a long time, then murmured,

“William?”

Maya nodded enthusiastically.

“Yep! So romantic. Let’s eat it!”

But something felt off. William usually...