Chapter 46: Hopes, Desires and Intentions

The gift did evoke the feelings of appreciation and happiness, as it was unexpected.

It also created a sense of connection and warmth for her, knowing that someone took the time to think of her and chose something special for her.

Her excitement was visible as she arranged the flowers in a vase, appreciating the thoughtful gesture of her secret admirer. With the bracelet glistening on her table, she couldn't resist capturing the moment.

Holding the bracelet against her wrist, she angled her phone to capture the sparkle just right, the camera's click resonated with her racing pulse.

As she scrolled through the pictures, her smile grew wider. With a burst of enthusiasm, she composed a caption: "When life sprinkles surprises ✨ Feeling incredibly lucky to have such amazing people around me. #Blessed #SecretAdmirer."

With a tap, she shared the images on her social media profiles, her heart pounding as the likes and comments began to pour in.

Aria's excitement and joy were infectious, her followers celebrating the unexpected gifts and sharing in her happiness.

Her admirer would come to her in due time. And she couldn't wait to meet him.

***

A week went by without any word from her crush. Her anticipation was unnerving. She had hoped to be aware of his identity earlier than a whole week!

There was a knock on her door, the same time on the same day as the past week. She opened the door to see the same deliveryman.

He smiled at her this time, like he was aware of her anxiety.

Was it the delivery man? It couldn't possibly be.

He had with him the same arrangement of flowers and a big black box bound with lilac ribbons.

She forced a smile as she signed for and received the presents. But her smile turned genuine as she was handed the flowers.

The delivery man was mesmerized by the way she held the flowers to her face, closing her eyes and inhaling their scent.

She opened her eyes to see the deliveryman staring at her. She smiled faintly and apologized for taking his time.

She looked at the giant box still in his hand, there was no way she could carry both items. She excused herself to drop the flowers inside before coming back for the box.

She giggled rather loudly as she closed the door behind her after collecting the box from the delivery man.

"What can it be? What can it be this time?" she said, twirling round lifting the box up and down. She settled the box down when she reached the table.

With a racing heart, her fingers pulled on the ribbons to loosen the tie. She took a deep breath as she opened the box.

What she saw shook her to her bones. She looked around to check for cameras, maybe she was being watched.

How could he have possibly known she had always wanted what he sent?

Aria's face was aglow as she unwrapped the package, revealing a stunning ensemble.

Nestled within was a dress, a masterpiece in purple, adorned with a plunging neckline. The shoes, a perfect complement to the dress, completed the picture of a new fashion collection she had always longed for.

As her fingers brushed against the fabric and delicate details, a rush of gratitude and excitement coursed through her.

It was indeed a heartfelt present.

She stripped immediately to try the dress on. It fitted her perfectly. The shoes too. She loved it so much. She twirled and did a little dance. The dress was so much better than she anticipated.

She found a handwritten note at the bottom of the box.

Sterling Grand Tower

7pm

"Oh, I'll be seeing you tonight," she thought.

Clad in her new dress, Aria radiated confidence, accentuating her look with a new bracelet. Eager to capture the moment, she snapped numerous photos, meticulously curating her social media post.

To ensure discretion, she set a delayed timer of six hours before sharing, accompanied by details of her whereabouts, a precautionary measure she deemed necessary.

She would set the timer off and post just her looks if she got back safe.

She booked a ride and the driver arrived, she proceeded out of her room.

As she exited the building, she was met by a chauffeur stationed beside an elegant black vehicle.

"Miss Yaron?" the chauffeur inquired, gently opening the rear door for her.

"Yes," she confirmed, her smile reflecting gratitude as she approached the waiting car.

She cancelled her ride before settling into the plush interior. She expressed her thanks to the driver before the vehicle smoothly set into motion, carrying her toward her destination.