Diane's POV
I was just about to switch on the TV with a cup of tea in my hand when my phone vibrated on the table next to me. Elizabeth's name flashed on the screen. I smiled, remembering our recent conversation. She had become an unexpected ally in this mess of a situation.
"Hello, Elizabeth," I answered, balancing the phone between my ear and shoulder as I continued to stir my tea.
"Oh, Diane!" Her voice came through breathless with excitement. "I just had to call you right away. You'll never believe what happened!"
I set my spoon down, suddenly alert. "What is it? Is everything okay?"
A delighted chuckle bubbled through the phone. "More than okay, dear. That package you sent—the inflatable unicorn? It was magnificent!"
My eyebrows shot up. "Package? Elizabeth, I didn't—"
"Oh, you don't have to play coy with me," she interrupted with another laugh. "I know your handiwork when I see it. And let me tell you, it was the highlight of my year!"
