the precious morning call

Amelia groaned as her phone buzzed loudly on the bedside table, pulling her out of her sleep. She fumbled for it, barely opening her eyes to look at the screen. It was an unknown number.

Still half-asleep, she swiped to answer. "Hello?" she mumbled, her voice groggy.

"Good morning, Amelia," a familiar voice said on the other end.

Her eyes shot open as recognition hit her. "Dawson?" she asked, sitting up. "How did you get my number?"

He chuckled softly. "I have my ways."

She sighed, running a hand through her messy hair. "What do you want this time?"

"I wanted to make sure you received the package I sent," Dawson said, his tone casual.

Amelia frowned, thinking about the gown now hanging in her closet. "I got it," she said shortly. "And I was going to ask you about that. How did you even find out where I live?"

There was a pause before he answered. "Let's just say I have connections. Don't worry; it wasn't hard to figure out."