_Zarelle’s POV_
I quickly masked my surprise with a disdainful curl of my lips. I had no desire to accept anything from Calden, let alone his gifts. In fact, I wanted nothing more than to throw them back in his face.
But Calden, seemingly prepared for my rejection, decided to make his gesture public, engaging in a form of moral blackmail that only fuelled my growing resentment.
“Let’s open them and see what they are,” Elsa interjected, sensing the growing tension and attempting to diffuse it. “If you don’t like them, you don’t have to keep them.”
Isabel chimed in, pushing me playfully. “Yeah, open them up. If they’re valuable, you can sell them for a pretty penny.”
A mischievous smile played on my lips as I considered Isabel’s suggestion. “All right, let’s have Mr Ashmoor’
