1,189Morgan inspected her reflection in the body length mirror; she turned quickly and ran her fingers of the material of her prom dress. She had been standing in the middle of her bedroom for over 30 minutes going over her dream dress. She was paranoid something was going to go wrong with her dress at the last second and was going over it with only a week between now and the prom she wasn't taking any chances. Plus she liked to wear it as much as possible.
Morgan grinned as she ran her fingers over the red material of the dress; she closed her eyes and began to daydream of what would happen on her prom night, it was going to be so beautiful. She knew it. The musical sound of the chimes that was otherwise known as the doorbell brought Morgan from her daydreaming.
"I'll get it!" Morgan called out as she shook her head. She was alone in the house; of course she would get it. She started for the hall when she realized she was still in her prom dress.
"This is going to be an interesting one." she mused as she continued on towards the door, the doorbell once more sounded.
"COMING!" Morgan hollered and hurried down the stairs and through the living room.
"Hello..." Morgan's voice trailed off as she opened the door to nothing. 'What's going on?' Morgan wondered as she ventured a step out side, her foot bumped into something as she did so. Morgan's fixed on a box wrapped in silver paper, a small card was attached which simply read, Morgan in scrawled handwriting.
Morgan bent down and picked up the silver wrapped box cautiously, she looked around quickly to see if there was anyone watching her. After a few moments, Morgan stood satisfied that she wasn't being watched and slipped back inside, quickly shutting and locking the door behind her.
She eyed the box warily; she had learned not to trust that this was from Bane since the tulips she had found in her locker a few days ago. Morgan set down the light box on the coffee table and turned to walk back up the stairs, she had decided to get out of her prom dress before even going near the box.
'Who could it be from?' Morgan mused silently as she entered her room and reached for the plastic bag that she had hung over her blue suede high backed chair that sat next to her mirror. Thoughts continued to race through her mind as she changed out of her dress and hung it neatly in her closet. Morgan turned and made her way back down the stairs towards the silver wrapped box that sat waiting for her on the wooden coffee table. Her palms tingled slightly with a mix of excitement and anxiety over the small box.
She bit her lip and sat slowly down on the couch in front of the table and leaned forward leaning her elbows on her knees, her eyes intently watching the box. Slowly she reached forward and picked up the box, running her fingers over the silver paper before she began to unwrap it. Freed of the silver paper, Morgan found a light brown cardboard box; she pulled the lid off to find white tissue paper inside.
She paused for a moment, looking down into the tissue paper before pushing aside the layer of white tissue paper, she raised and eyebrow as the back of a picture frame came into view. Tentatively she pulled it out, the back still facing her, so that she couldn't see the picture it held. She turned it over to see what picture had been sent to her and gasped. The frame slipped from her fingers and hit the hardwood floor with a resounding thud.
There on the floor of the living room by her feet was a picture of herself, but she wasn't alone. She was with Luke. Morgan stared wide-eyed down at the photograph before slowly reaching down to pick it up, to see if it was really there. And there she was 15 years old, auburn hair caught in the wind, hazel eyes full of joy... and then there was Luke.
Luke, that one word, that name. Morgan bit her lip as she let her eyes go over Luke, his arm slung over Morgan's shoulder holding her close against his side, his green eyes sparkling with the sunlight that was setting behind them, blond hair falling slightly over his eyes, he was the picture of perfection. Morgan swallowed hard, how had this gotten to her? She remembered the day it had been taken, right after they had spent a day at the beach, she and Luke had gotten a tourist on the boardwalk to take it just as the sun was setting. Luke had the only copy.
Morgan forced herself not to freak out, her eyes darted towards the door before she shoved the photo away from her and ran for the front door making sure it was locked, when she made sure it was she checked the back door and windows. With a sigh of relief she sank down on the couch once again, in those few moments after remembering the day at the beach, Morgan had remembered one important thing. Luke had the only copy of the photo, which meant one thing.
Only Luke could have gotten it to her, which also meant that it was him who had left this at her front door. Morgan wrapped her arms around herself and closed her eyes, she wasn't sure what was going on right now, but she didn't like it.
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