Delia’s POV

I held onto my arms and questioned angrily, "Who changed my clothes? Was it you, Albert?"

"What do you think?"

Albert looked me up and down, his gaze seemed to appreciate the dress I was wearing, but that look made me uncomfortable.

"Do you wish I changed your clothes for you?"

"Of course not!" I blurted out.

"Well, if that's the case, then don't ask," Albert raised his hands in response to my agitation, making a "calm down" gesture. "Delia, I brought you here to show you something."

To show me something...

Could it be the box he mentioned, the one my dad kept in his study?

"Delia,...