“I want you to give it to the girl.” “What girl?” “The one who looks like she fell out of a fairytale.” “What’s her name?” “Rhianna Blackwaters,” I say. I like her name. “I’ll give it to her,” he says, holding out his hand, eager to end this conversation and get away. “Who should I say it’s from?” I grin. “Her other half. She’ll know.”
Damn he is the first guy to accept it with arms wide open
