ODETTE'S POINT OF VIEW
Kiel messaged earlier: "Be ready by seven. I'm picking you up tonight for the premiere."
I was just about to start looking for a dress when a knock sounded on the door. Clarissa, my maid, stepped in, practically beaming. She cradled a large white box in her arms, her eyes lit with mischief.
"Ms. Odette, someone left this for you!" she chirped, handing me a small envelope tucked beneath a silk ribbon.
I slipped my finger beneath the flap. The card was simple—black ink on ivory cardstock—but the message made my lips curve.
"See you later, my queen."