We reached the outside of the storage room. People were already lining up, registering their items for the auction. Everything was elegant—jewelry, collectibles, rare pieces. Every item seemed to carry a story, a history, a value that made people stop and stare.
When the staff turned to me, expecting to see my donation, I froze. "Oh no… I forgot to bring anything!" I muttered, my cheeks burning.
The staff member blinked at me, clearly confused. People actually showed up to a charity auction empty-handed? I felt like I'd been caught red-handed, like some imposter trying to sneak a free meal.
Finnick's eyes softened when he saw me standing there, feeling small and awkward. Without a word, he reached into his bag and pulled out a small blue velvet box. He handed it to a staff member and said calmly, "This is Mrs. Norton's donation."
I blinked at him. He had prepared this for me? But the staff had been too quick to ask, and he hadn't had the chance to hand it over.
