The morning sunlight streamed through the windows of Katherine's room, casting a golden glow over the piles—yes, piles—of gift boxes stacked neatly (and not-so-neatly) around her. Ribbons curled over the edges, silk and lace peeked out from ornately decorated packages, and an overwhelming scent of lavender, rose, and whatever expensive fragrance Adolfo preferred lingered in the air.
Katherine stared. Blinked. Stared again.
Was this a royal dowry? A merchant's entire inventory? A charity donation?
With a mixture of curiosity and mild horror, she picked up a letter resting atop a particularly large box, breaking the seal with a sigh.
To my dearest fiancée,
At this, Katherine choked on absolutely nothing and squinted at the words.
A lady of your standing deserves only the finest. I took the liberty of selecting a few essentials to ensure you are well-prepared for any occasion.
A few? Did he mean a few dozen?
P.S. I know you prefer pants. I shall send a stylist to assist you.
