Part 1 – The Gifts
My name is Willow Rose.
I'm Twenty-three.
With 10.6 million followers across all my social media pages.
My feed is all golden-hour selfies, designer hauls, and “day in the life” vlogs that make people think I have it together.
Six weeks ago, the first gift arrived.
A small black box on my doorstep, no label. Inside: a vintage diamond tennis bracelet, worth more than my rent for two years. A handwritten note on thick cream cardstock:
“You deserve beautiful things. Wear it for me.”
No signature.
I posted it on my story, half-joking, half-flattered. “Secret admirer level: expert.”
Comments exploded. Theories. Warning. Excitement. But I really didn't pay any mind to it.
Then the notes kept coming.
A week later: a custom iphone 17 case with my initial in 18k g
