Olivia
Avalon couldn’t wait to tear into the boxes. I bet she felt a little like I did when I opened my suitcase. Since this was her moment, I backed off and let her delve into the shipment. The first box was full of kitchen stuff. Pots and pans, some plates and utensils, a bunch of mismatched coffee mugs hastily wrapped in newspaper. There was a juicer, an air fryer, and a blender hastily crammed in with the mixing bowls and cutting boards.
She pushed that box aside and went for the second one. She ripped off the tape with all the gusto of a kid opening their first present on Christmas morning. She folded back the flaps and gave a big sigh of relief. The box was filled to the brim with clothes, shoes, and accessories. At first glance, I thought it was all designer-label stuff. Pr
