"Are you still there, Miss Miller?" The man called.

I quickly brought the phone back to my ear as I remained cool and calm so I could reply nonchalantly "Yeah. I am still here but are you sure you have the right person?"

"Are you Ella Miller?"

"Well yes." I confirmed before explaining "Ella is a very popular name however. So is the last name Miller."

"It says here your name is Drizella," The man said after I heard him clicking on his computer.

"Then it is me." I told him "I am sure only one person has the absolute burden of that name."

He chuckled before continuing with the matter at hand "The company would like you to sign a contract with us for three books."

My book was originally a cliffhanger. It had an open end. I was going to have to change that. I had to complete my story.

"I would be honoured." I mentioned while still surprising myself that I had not broken out into a happy dance.

"That is great." The man said before he informed me "We have drawn up a ten thousand dollar cheque. That is for the rights for the book but you will earn more once it hits selves. We will discuss the details at a later date."

Still pacing the room because I could not stay still, I replied "Thank you so much."

"We have your contact details already. We will be touch." He promised before uttering a goodbye.

I said a quick goodbye before hanging up. As I got off the phone and there was no need to reign in my excitement I then twirled around on my toes and let out another large squeal.

A massive wave of pride washed over me. My book was getting published. I was going to be a writer.

I doubted my book would make it big but the news was massive to me. It was my dream.

The only thing wrong about it was the person I wanted to revel in happiness with was not here with me.

Once I had calmed down and stopped spinning, I spotted the cardboard box on top of Lana's bed. On top of the box sat Stone's essay. Never had a plain box and piece of paper been so inviting. So tempting.

Lana had not hidden it as I told her to.

I caved. I threw my phone on Lana's bed before sitting on the edge of the pink sheets. I lifted the piece of paper off the box and brought it to my chest, holding onto it so tightly that it started to crumble.

There was no doubt about it. His note and present was Pandora's box. If I opened it then every emotion bottled up inside would pour out of me.

It did not matter. I had already made my mind up.

There was no denying that I needed him.