"These cakes seem to be fresh and handmade," Brenda pondered.
The familiar taste and recipe reminded Brenda of another person, and inexplicably she thought about what Merry had told her that day.
After work, she deliberately brought the package to the front desk to inquire.
"Sara, do you know who delivered this package to me?"
"It's from a local courier service. What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Sara replied.
"Oh, it's nothing. If the same delivery man comes to bring me a package again, please tell him that I have a small gift for him."
Brenda blinked her eyes playfully, she already had an idea in her mind.
"Okay. By the way, Miss Cullen, Linda just came by and said that she had come to see you..."
"When was that?" Brenda asked.
"About half an hour ago!" Sara
