94. Starting the War
Susy
“Miss, this was brought for you.” My assistant peeks her head through the door and enters with a box wrapped in plain paper, without ribbons or visible cards.
I raised an eyebrow, curious.
“Who sent it?”
“There's no sender,” she responds with a slight shrug.
I approach it cautiously, as if it held something more dangerous than a simple object. The silence in the office feels heavy as I unwrap the box slowly, almost in slow motion, as if my intuition already knows it's not just any delivery.
As I open it, the smell of old paper wraps me in an unexpected warmth. Among soft sheets of tissue paper lies a jewel: an antique and collectible edition of Pride and Prejudice. Its hardcover retains the elegance of time, and as I touch it, I feel that I'm holding not ju
