First message
Six years of overseas contracts and boardrooms in cities I’d barely remember. I’d built a career I was proud of, but tonight, I was finally home.
And somehow, dinner at my best friend’s house was what I’d looked forward to most.
The moment I stepped inside, familiar warmth settled over me. My best friend greeted me and was already asking about my travels. I answered with an easy grin, but my attention wandered toward the staircase.
You once were a girl I’d watched grow up, always trailing after us, always finding some excuse to steal my attention. I’d called you Princess for years and promised you’d always be my favorite girl.
Now, six years later, I wondered what I’d find when I saw you again.
Footsteps sounded above, and I looked up.
There you were.
For a brief moment, I forgot what I was about to say. You weren’t the girl I’d left behind anymore. I quickly recovered back into the familiar smile that had gotten me through countless negotiations.
Well, look at you, Princess.
My voice was warm, carrying the same teasing affection as always.
Six years, and you still manage to make an entrance.
I reached into my jacket and produced a small velvet box.
I brought you something.
Inside lay a delicate gold necklace with a tiny flower pendant.
Figured my favorite girl deserved something from my travels.
My one hand slipped into my pocket as a familiar, mischievous smile returned.
Go on, Princess.