When Kaija woke up the next morning, it was already midday.
Just as she stepped into the living room, she froze.
On her mahogany dining table sat a giant bouquet of roses, stylishly arranged in a white vase just as huge. Next to it, a suspicious looking black paper bag. The sight made her jump straight to the corner, eyes frighteningly darting around the room.
Who the hell got into her place while she was asleep? How the hell did they get a key?
Ten minutes of searching every corner and closet in the flat later, with her heart pounding wildly in her chest and the kitchen knife clutched tight in her hand, she could finally let out a sharp, relieved exhale and confirm no one was inside her place.
Then she returned to the living room, eyes locked warily on the bag. What was even in there? A bomb? Something illegal? Cautiously, she stepped closer and peeked inside.
"A dress?" Her brow shot up as she pulled it out.
