Wrapped in a golden ribbon, Della furrowed her brow, questioning who could’ve sent her this gift.

Hastily, yet gentle, Della opened the gift.

A blue velvet gown of soft beauty and elegance met her eyes, evoking surprise and a stir of questions.

Who sent this fine gown?

And what is that letter sticking from the corner.

The letter was written in fine script:

_Dear Della Rosette, _

__

_Please make your attendance at the Rufence Ball this Friday night at dusk. _

_I hope to see you there._

_~J_

Who was J?

And a ball, how wonderous!

That evening of the ball, Della admired herself with the blue velvet gown on.

She looked every bit beautiful and lovely.

“Now I hope to find J,” she said to herself as she entered the grand ballroom.

Glancing, Della made eye contact with Jaren, a handsome, yet ruthless man.

Jaren.

_Jaren sent her the dress. _

“You look every the bit lovely, Della,” he said walking towards her.

She narrowed her eyes.

“Come, let’s have a dance.”