Chapter 80

Charlotte stood at the door, her hands trembling slightly as they hovered over the doorknob.

Her heart pounded loudly in her chest, an unsettling feeling creeping up her spine.

"Who could it be at this time?"

Then the knock came again—firm and impatient.

She swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and mustered the courage to turn the knob, but only enough to open the door slightly.

Her eyes peered through the small gap, and she saw a man standing there in a courier uniform, holding a sealed box in his hands.

"Good evening, miss," he greeted politely.

Charlotte let out a deep sigh of relief and opened the door fully. Her muscles relaxed slightly.

"Sorry, you startled me," she admitted, pressing a hand to her chest.

"My apologies, miss," the courier said with a small nod before stretching out the package. "This is for Miss Lena."

"For Lena?" she asked, glancing at the box in confusion.

"Yes," the courier confirmed.