Thirty-One

*Bella's POV*

The next morning, I wake up to the sound of someone knocking on my door. I groggily sit up and rub my eyes, wondering who it could be at this hour. The knocking continues, more insistent this time, so I get out of bed and open the door.

The face that is staring back at me makes me ask, "What are you doing here?"

It's Matt. He is standing there with a wide grin on his face. "Morning, Bella," he says, his voice annoyingly cheerful. "I've got something for you."

I raise an eyebrow, skeptical. "What is it, Matt?"

He gestures for me to follow him, so I reluctantly do, curious about what he's up to. He leads me downstairs to the living room, where several large boxes are piled up, all wrapped in expensive-looking paper with extravagant bows.

"What's all this?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"Gifts," he says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "For you."