Flora frowned in concern. “Okay.”
There was another knock on the door. Flora casually walked over to open it, thinking it would be the same she-wolf again. But this time, it was for me. Outside our door was a man wearing a hat, holding a large box. He handed me a pen and paper, asking me to sign for the package.
Sylvia’s POV
There was no information about the sender on the box, which I found was quite heavy.
Flora gave the box a light shake before helping me put it down. “It’s so heavy! Do you think it’s a bomb?”
I grew hesitant and suddenly didn’t want to open the box anymore. The box was just plain white, without any logo or anything printed on top of it. It did, however, emit a faint fragrance.
“Should I open it?” I looked at Flora nervously.
Flora violently shook her head. “No, no, no. What if Lucy found us out and sent a bomb to kill us?”
“Mm, I don’t really think she would do something that blatant.”
If anything, I was expecting a more secret attack from them. Using a bomb would just create trouble for everyone.
Just as I was about to open the box, Yana stopped me.
“Retreat! Abort mission!” Yana screamed in my head.
I stopped in my tracks and took a step back. Seeing my sudden reaction, Flora also stepped back.
“What was that? What’s wrong, Sylvia?”
“I think we should be prepared for whatever it is when I open it…” I said, pretending to be calm.
Flora nodded and immediately went for a tin bucket and placed it on her head, while I opted for a washbasin as my helmet. Both of us took our thick quilts from the beds and wrapped ourselves in it.
I grabbed a clothesline pole and used it to poke the box. “Okay… I’m going to open it now.”
With the bucket trembling on her head, Flora replied, “Okay… I’m ready. This iron bucket should protect me from whatever it is!”
I closed my eyes and pulled the box cover off with the pole. “It’s open!”
We waited for a few seconds, but there didn’t seem to be any explosion. Carefully, I put down the pole and walked over. Inside the box, there was a neatly folded champagne gold dress with matching shoes and jewelry.
Seeing that I didn’t explode, Flora felt safe enough to come over as well. She gasped when she saw the items inside. “What a gorgeous dress! Who’s it from?”
I saw a card placed beside the dress and picked it up. Instantly, I realized who it was from.
“Well, go on and read it! Hurry! Who on earth could be this romantic? Who?” Flora urged excitedly.
I smiled shyly and opened the card, seeing that familiar handwriting on it.
“Sylvia, the dress and shoes are custom made for you. I think they will suit you very well. I have already requested for you to take a leave on Friday afternoon. Just wait for me in your dormitory.” Flora read out the first part with a swooning voice. “Oh, my god! Who is this man? He’s so considerate. He actually knows your exact size!”
I blushed. “Oh, stop it, Flora.”
“Okay, fine. I won’t read the rest of it. I’ll let you enjoy this cute moment for yourself.” Flora teased and smiled mischievously.
Biting my lip, I read the rest of the message, making my heart beat faster. Rufus told me to wait for him in my dormitory. That meant he was coming to pick me up personally. I gazed at his signature affixed on the bottom and didn’t want to look away. I wanted to see him immediately.
“Is it from Prince Rufus?” Flora had that look on her face when she could smell juicy gossip. “Your blushing face tells me that I’m right!”
“Stop it, Flora!” I turned around, trying to hide the fact that I had turned red as a tomato. “We have nothing to do with each other.”
Flora refused to believe a word I said. Thinking that I was still too stubborn to admit to her, she added, “I did hear that Prince Rufus treats you differently. There are a lot of rumors going around about it. So, tell me! Are the two of you in love?”
Sylvia’s POV
“No, there’s nothing going on between us,” I quickly denied and threw the card back into the box to hide it.
But Flora squinted suspiciously and touched her chin. “If you two are not in love, why does he have to give you such a precious gift? Just the dress alone is from a top luxury brand that even rich werewolves can’t easily buy, not to mention the jewelry and other accessories. All of them are invaluable.”
As she spoke, she slowly approached me. “I also heard that you lived in Prince Rufus’ palace before you entered the academy.”
I swallowed hard, stunned by her words. I didn’t expect that she could be this sharp at times.
“Flora, let me explain. I…”
“Sylvia…” Flora interrupted before I could even start explaining. She smiled and said, “Haven’t you had any intimate interaction with each other? Prince Rufus always looks cold and abstinent in public. But what does he look like in private? Is he like a crazy beast that pounces on you and eats you up?”
The more she spoke, the more excited she became. She even shook my hand and added, “Come on, tell me. How intimate are you?”
I withdrew my hand and smiled awkwardly. I couldn’t help recalling those moments I spent with Rufus. The first time he picked me up in his arms, the high temperature of his palms, his gaze at me when he spoke, his smell, and his heartbeat… Everything seemed to be engraved in my bones and had become indelible marks.
“Have you two kissed?” Flora wouldn’t give up easily.
“No, of course not! Will you please stop assuming?” I covered my hot face. Remembering that brief kiss we had shared that day made me feel like I was burning.
“You’re lying.” Flora seemed to feel that she had caught me, so she looked complacent. “Don’t be shy. It’s normal for girls to talk about some in-depth topics, okay?”
I pushed her away angrily. “Don’t make fun of me, Flora. I really have nothing to do with Prince Rufus.”
She pursed her lips and finally stopped teasing me. “All right. But I really think that you and Prince Rufus are a perfect match. It will be wonderful if you two can be together.”
I lowered my head and smiled, feeling helpless in my heart. “Flora, don’t forget that I’m just a slave. I have no right to even dream of being with a prince.”
“Why not? As long as you love each other, everything else doesn’t matter,” Flora countered.
A sense of bitterness surged up in my heart. Love was such an extravagant word, and I never dared to ask for it.
“I’m only grateful to Prince Rufus. That’s all.” No matter how much I liked him, I couldn’t say it out loud just like that. I didn’t want to make things difficult for him.
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