Anastasia pov:
My heart raced as the words echoed in her mind—"a black box with a red rose." The chill of the winter night felt even colder now, wrapping around her like a shroud. I glanced at Eliana, whose face was illuminated by the soft glow of the living room lamp, a look of concern etched across her features.
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