Around lunchtime at the farm today, a knock on the door interrupted Grace, and Nolan went to see who was outside. It was a courier with a small box tied with a pink ribbon. For Miss Bridget Lund.
There's only one person in the world who uses my maiden name anymore. I'm on my fourth last name, I doubt anyone else remembers it. My mom, maybe.
In the box was the Blackberry Bold I had reluctantly returned to Caleb. And a notecard that said simply,
See you tomorrow, princess.
