JUDE
"There are the gift baskets and food for you, Jude, all from your loyal fans," my manager, Sara, beams when I walk into the changing room.
My eyebrows lift in surprise as I walk in and see all the wrapped up goodies for me. "Oh? I don't think I have ever gotten food before."
"It's dessert from the picture you posted on your account. How you said you have a sweet tooth, now it looks like they want to spoil you with all the sugar in the world," she chuckles.
"Oh, and there is wine too, your desired choice. It came with a congratulatory note for winning the billboard ranking. Here."
I take the note, tearing it open.
'Congratulations, beautiful, I knew you would be the star of this city soon enough. Two bottles for you from my own personal collection to toast to you and your bright future. I hope to see you soon. - Florence.'
Sara is still looking at me, and she must see it's from Florence because she blushes furiously. "Oh, I am sorry, I didn't mean to peek. I didn't-"
