Episode 5

What kind of guy lives in a place like this... and wants a custom princess dress for his daughter from a nobody mom vlogger who has nothing special but a sewing talent?

I shook my head, trying to push the thought out of my mind as the elevator chimed, and the doors slid open.

The floor felt too quiet. Too clean. The kind of place where your shoes have to be polished just to walk on the floor. The walls were decorated with abstract art that looked like something you could easily buy at an overpriced gallery.

I found the door and raised my hand to knock, but then hesitated. What if he opened the door and found me standing here, a delivery boy holding a princess dress, trying to act like I wasn’t thinking about what happened the last time we met?

I took another breath and knocked.

Seconds later, the door swung open.

And there she was—a little girl, probably around five or six, with wide, curious eyes and a small smile. She was holding a plush toy in one hand, and for a moment, I thought I was in the wrong place.

*Wait… is she the one gonna wear the dress?*

I glanced around the doorway, expecting to see Mr. Hart, but he wasn’t there. Just the little girl, standing in front of me with her innocent smile, looking like she was waiting for something.

I cleared my throat awkwardly, not sure what to say. “Uh... hi?”

The little girl blinked, then looked down at the package I was holding. “Is that my princess dress?” she asked in a soft voice, still clutching her stuffed animal.

*Princess dress? Oh, right. The dress. Mr. Hart’s daughter… Sophie, right?*

“Yeah,” I said, almost relieved to be able to speak now that I had a clear focus. “It’s for you.” I held out the package, still a little unsure of how this whole thing worked. The whole situation was different than what I had expected.

Sophie smiled wider, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Can I try it on now?” she asked, bouncing slightly on her feet.

I stood frozen for a moment, unsure what to do. This was definitely not how I imagined delivering a princess dress, but there I was. *Isn’t her dad supposed to be here?*

I glanced around again, hoping to see Mr. Hart come through the door, but no such luck.

“I, uh… don’t know if I should let you try it on by yourself,” I mumbled, feeling out of place. “Maybe we should wait for your dad?”

Sophie tilted her head and giggled, as if the idea of waiting for her dad was the least important thing in the world. “No need! I can try it on by myself!” She reached up and pulled at the package eagerly.

We stepped inside, and Sophie immediately twirled around, her tiny hands gripping the edges of the skirt. The dress was a perfect fit, hugging her small frame with the delicate layers of fabric cascading down like something out of a fairytale. She looked absolutely adorable, and it made me forget for a moment just how weird this situation was.

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