[attr="class","boldtext2"]day 10.

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"Merry Christmas!"

Adonis hands her a small blue bag, tissue paper artfully tucked on top. His smile is wide across his face, eyes glittering with barely constrained eagerness.

"You—you bought me something from Tiffany's?" Persephone chokes, stumbling over the words. The bag is weighted — it's no small gift.

"Open it," he insists, arms folding across his chest. He told her once that it made his muscles pop more when they're crossed this way, and she fights the urge to remark on it now.

There's something overwhelming about the moment. They've only just started dating; it seems almost too extravagant a gift.

She pulls the tissue paper aside with trembling hands, already trying to formulate a response. It's too much. You need to return it. I can't wear it, whatever it is.

It's with no small amount of relief that it's not a jewelry box her fingers encounter, but the emotion gives way quickly to confusion. A bottle. Of... pills?

Persephone lifts the bottle in it's sleek, minimalist packaging from the gift bag, staring at it blankly.

FLAT STOMACH MULTIVITAMIN, says the label on the bottle. MORE EFFECTIVE THAN DIET AND EXERCISE!

"I saw them on Instagram," Adonis explains. "I think Kylie Jenner uses this brand. Or Kendall. The hotter one."

Persephone is having a hard time comprehending exactly what's happening right now.

"You're... giving me diet pills."

He snorts. "You actually thought it was Tiffany's?"

"You put it in a Tiffany's bag," she points out, holding the offending item aloft. Clearly he wanted her to have a certain expectation as to what the gift was.

Adonis smiles at her. "It's a good thing you're pretty."

It stings, but she forces a smile anyway.