From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 250

**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**

**Chapter 148: He Thought Of Everything**

As I finally arrived home, my eyes were instantly drawn to a large black box resting on my bed, as if it had been waiting for my return all day long. A surge of excitement coursed through me, quickening my heartbeat. Without a second thought, I dropped my purse onto the floor, not caring where it landed, and rushed toward the enigmatic package, a smile breaking free on my lips.

The box was exquisite, wrapped in thick matte paper that felt luxurious to the touch. A ribbon, shimmering subtly in the soft glow of the bedroom light, held it together. Perched on top was a white envelope, the familiar strokes of Roman’s handwriting sprawling across it in that confident, deliberate scrawl that I could recognize anywhere.

“I’ve imagined you wearing this. But just like every imagination of you, reality will be much more breathtaking. See you 8, my love.”

A soft laugh bubbled out of me, a mix of glee and disbelief. I pressed the card close to my chest, a wave of warmth blossoming within me. It wasn’t merely the note; it was the thoughtfulness behind it. The meticulousness. The intention. Roman didn’t just send gifts; he orchestrated moments that lingered in the air like sweet perfume.

With eager fingers, I tugged at the ribbon until it fell away, and I lifted the lid with both hands, my pulse racing in my throat.

The sight that greeted me took my breath away. Inside lay a cloud of soft pink fabric. It was a dress—an enchanting baby pink that seemed to have been designed to melt seamlessly against my skin. The material shimmered subtly when I brushed my fingers over it, smooth and fluid like water. Instinctively, I held it up against my body and turned toward the mirror.

The dress was short and delicate, resting just above my knees, with a neckline that dipped softly—just enough to tease without revealing too much. I traced the edges of the fabric with my fingertips, marveling at how weightless it felt, as if it were crafted from air itself.

“Oh my God…” I whispered, almost lost in my own thoughts.

The moment I held it up, I could vividly envision Roman’s reaction when he saw me in it—his eyes darkening with desire, his breath catching just before he uttered something smooth and charming that would leave me utterly breathless.

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