I woke up on the morning of my 35th birthday with a mix of excitement and sadness. Birthdays had always been a big deal for me, but this year, something felt different. I reached for my phone, hoping for a message from James.
Nothing. I sighed, missing his morning texts that usually made me smile. He was on a business trip and wouldn’t be back until later in the evening for the party. I threw the blanket off, feeling the emptiness of the house without him. Just as I was about to get out of bed, the doorbell rang, jolting me from my thoughts.
“Who could that be this early?” I whispered, grabbing my robe. I dragged my feet to the front door and peeked through the peephole. No one. My heart skipped a beat, but I opened the door anyway. There was a sleek, black box sitting on the doorstep, just sitting there like it belonged.
“What the heck?” I whispered, glancing up and down the empty street. No sign of anyone. I picked up the box, feeling its weight in my hands. Inside, there was a pair of the most gorgeous high heels I’d ever seen. I stared at them, confused and a little thrilled.
“These are stunning,” I breathed out, running my fingers over the leather. “But…who would send me shoes?” As I lifted one of the shoes, something fluttered out. A note. My excitement quickly faded as I unfolded it, my eyes scanning the words.
“THE ONE WHO WILL HAVE THE SAME SHOES AT YOUR BIRTHDAY PARTY TODAY WANTS TO RUIN YOUR LIFE.”
“What?!” I gasped, reading the note again. I felt a cold shiver down my spine. “Is this some kind of a joke?” I whispered, my mind racing. I looked at the shoes, then at the note again. “Who would do this? And why?”
I grabbed my phone and dialed James, my hands shaking. It rang and rang until it went to his voicemail. “James, it’s me. Something really weird just happened. I need to talk to you… Please call me back as soon as you get this.”
I hung up. I clutched the phone to my chest. It was as if it could somehow shield me from the dread curling in my stomach. “This doesn’t make any sense,” I muttered to myself. “Who would send something like this?” Who could want to ruin my life? My mind raced, replaying every interaction with my friends and family. Only close loved ones—people I trusted—were invited to the party tonight.
A thousand thoughts swirled in my head. One thing was certain. This birthday had just taken a turn I could never have anticipated.
I tried to focus on getting everything ready for the party, but that uneasy feeling wouldn’t leave me. The house was filled with the scent of food. The soft glow of string lights filled the house. All I could think about was that note. It felt like a dark cloud hanging over what should’ve been a happy day. As I slid into the shoes, I couldn’t help but admire how gorgeous they looked. I glanced at the clock, counting down the minutes until James would be home. I needed him here. I needed someone to tell me I was overreacting.
When he finally walked through the door, I nearly collapsed into his arms. “Happy birthday, love,” he said, his voice warm as he hugged me tightly. “James…” I began, but my voice faltered. How could I explain this to him without sounding crazy?
He pulled back, studying my face. “What’s wrong? You look pale. Did something happen?” I shook my head, trying to brush it off. “I’m fine. Just… tired from setting everything up. That’s all.”
James raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced, but he let it go. “Well, you’ve done an amazing job. Everything looks perfect.”
I forced a smile. “Thanks. I just want tonight to go well.” “And it will,” he reassured me, kissing my forehead. “Now, let’s get this party started, shall we?”
As the guests began to arrive, I tried to relax. Every time someone new walked in, my eyes darted to their feet. I was on edge, waiting, watching, wondering. Was it one of them? Were they here, hiding in plain sight? Then the door swung open, and I saw her. Emily.
My heart dropped like a stone in my chest. “Emily?” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. She was wearing the exact same shoes. “Adelaide, happy birthday!” Emily chirped, completely unaware of the panic surging through me. She walked over and hugged me, but I could barely respond.
“Oh dear,” I said, trying to keep my tone light, even though I felt like I was about to unravel. “We have the same shoes! What are the odds?” Emily’s smile paused for a second, enough to send my mind racing. “Yeah… I bought them last month with my first paycheck. Aren’t they gorgeous?”
“They are,” I replied, my voice tight. “You… you’ve never worn them before?” “No, tonight’s the first time,” she said, glancing down at them. “I wanted to save them for something special.”
“Of course,” I nodded, forcing another smile. But inside, my thoughts were in disarray.
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