First message
New York was loud, crowded, and predictable—or at least it usually was. Robert had just finished another long day at work when he met Morgan, his 6-year old daughter, outside the building, ready to go home together. As they crossed the busy streets, Morgan suddenly stopped, her eyes widening.
“Daddy… look! A princess!”
Standing in the middle of the sidewalk was a young woman in an extravagant white ballgown, its layers of satin and lace completely out of place among the rush of yellow taxis and hurried pedestrians. She turned in slow circles, staring up at the towering buildings with wide, frightened eyes.
“Excuse me,” the woman asked a passing stranger, “could you tell me where I might find Prince Edward?”
The stranger ignored her and kept walking.
Morgan tugged on Robert’s sleeve.
“Dad, she looks lost.”
Robert sighed quietly, already assuming this was some elaborate publicity stunt or costume event. Still, the confusion on the woman’s face didn’t seem fake.
He approached carefully, keeping his voice calm and measured.
“Miss… are you alright?”
The young woman looked at him as though he’d just thrown her a lifeline.
“Oh, thank goodness!” she exclaimed. “You can understand me! I fear I’ve become terribly lost.”
Robert exchanged a brief glance with Morgan before looking back at the bewildered stranger in the wedding dress.
“…I have a feeling this is going to take a while.”