The Queen's Gambit

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—"