Daisy pointed at the small yellow package that had already been torn open by her young miss. "No? The gift the young master handed to me is that one."
Aisha frowned. "And the rest?"
Daisy shook her head. "They were already here when I brought in his gift, Miss. I assumed you brought... didn’t you receive them from friends?"
Aisha said nothing for a moment. "No."
Daisy’s brows drew together. She looked at the gifts scattered across the bed, the choker already unwrapped, the dress now draped over Aisha’s arms, and one last box still sealed shut in its wrapping.
Aisha laid the dress down carefully and studied all four gifts laid out before her.
She already knew the incense was from Zenick. But who had sent the rest?
She racked her memory but came up empty. She didn’t know anyone generous enough — or foolish enough — to send her something like this. Not with her reputation currently sitting somewhere below the mud on the street. No one wanted to be seen anywhere near her right now, let alone gift her jewelry and a custom-made dress.
And there wasn’t a single name or note attached to any of the three unexplained gifts.
A small knot of unease settled in her chest.
"Leave them for now," Aisha said, stepping back from the bed.
"What do you mean, leave them? What are you going to do with them?"
"I need to find out who sent them first."
"And if you can’t find out?" Daisy asked concernedly. "Are you going to throw them away?"
Aisha didn’t answer immediately, but she was already thinking of doing that.
"No! Don’t throw them away!" Daisy grabbed her arm before Aisha could even move toward the gifts. "Miss, we don’t have a seamstress, and it would take weeks to have something new made. This dress is already here, and it’s beautiful. Why not just wear it?"
"What if there’s a bad intention behind sending it?"
Daisy found the words to defend the gifts from her young miss, quickly saying, "They’ve already given it to you. If they meant you harm, why send you something this fine and rare? Miss, I’ll check everything before you wear them. Just trust me!"
Aisha considered that. Daisy had a point — the dress alone must have cost a fortune. And it was too beautiful to be thrown away. Whoever chose it had picked carefully, as if they wanted her to accept it even if she hesitated.
"Please, miss." Daisy’s voice softened, pleading now. "You said you trust my judgment."
Aisha exhaled. "Alright, I got it."
She still didn’t fully understand why Daisy was so insistent on the color red specifically.
The next morning, Aisha arrived at the academy earlier than usual.

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