Daryl placed a small, brown-paper wrapped package. There were flowers tucked into the twine that bound it, though no name accompanied it.
The blonde was quick to answer the door, brows furrowed in confusion as she didn’t see a soul. She was about to close the door but the GIFT had caught her attention. Her lips curl into a grin as she knelt down to pick up the package and carrying it inside. Beth was careful to remove the flowers, filling up an old jam jar with water and placing the flowers inside before taking a quick whiff of them.
Blue hues scanned over the package, nimble fingers flipping it over to see if there was a name but there was no indication of who it was from. The suspense was killing her, she quickly tore open one edge and slid the small box out and opening it up. Her lips parted slightly as her gaze fell on the most BEAUTIFUL bracelet she had ever seen—accompanied by a music note and guitar charm.
Beth didn’t waste any time clasping the bracelet on her wrist, the smile on her lips only growing. While there was no name on the package—she had a HUNCH.
