Hilda headed downstairs to the dining room. One of the maids drew out a chair for her, and she sat comfortably in it. She ate her dinner happily; not because of how amazing it tasted, but because she couldn't shake off the feeling that someone cared about her.

When she was done with her breakfast, she went up to her room, and her eyes drifted off to the package laying in the corner. She smiled sheepishly and looked at the note on the package. It read:

To Hilda Hartman:

"I hope you got a ...