Novel & Cerita Bridgette Miraculous

“That’s my girl. Sharp as a tack. Sit, sit, pizza’s getting cold.” They took their places. Bridget ended up across from Alexander, Elena to his left, Patrick at the head. The table was small enough that their knees brushed when anyone shifted. Bridget felt it like a live wire. Patrick passed the box of pepperoni. “So, Alex, how’s Bridge doing? Really? She won’t tell me anything. Says it’s work stuff.” Alexander met Bridget’s eyes for a fraction of a second before answering. “She’s exceptional. Intuitive. Caught things on the Acme deal no one else saw.”