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Three days had passed since Geoff posted his letter. The good news? Judge Burromuerto hadn't had him hauled off on false charges, or for harrassing his adopted daughter. The bad news? Bridgette hadn't yet answered.

But that same day, he finally got an answer. The envelope had just his first name in neat, small handwriting. He tore into the letter eagerly, desperate to devour the message.

Dear Geoff,

I do vaguely remember seeing you...I guess it would be a few days ago when you get this. You're lucky I managed to get to the post this morning first...I'm not really supposed to communicate with many people except at school. I usually have to stay up in my room, but I'm often alone at home.

A local knows me? I'm not sure how, as there are very few people who know who I am, but whoever it was clearly does. It might not be wise for us to meet in person, as my guardian is extremely overprotective. But I'm sending this to say that if you want to keep writing, you have to be careful about it. If you get caught around my house again, the law will not be on your side.

If you get this letter, write back, but be brief. Thank you for noticing me.

Bridgette.

It was a short, wary letter, but at least she'd written. Geoff wrote back immediately.

Dear Bridgette

Thank you so much for writing back. I know it's probably hard to talk to someone you don't even know. I realize I can't tell you too much about myself, as I don't want your guardian to know who I am. Have you kept my first letter? I don't want to risk putting my address on this one, too.

Is there a way we can talk, no holds barred? I will wait for your reply.

Geoff.

As for Bridgette herself, she read this letter up in her room very quickly the evening it came. It was a Thursday night, and her jade eyes sped across the page, desperate for the little social interaction that she was usually starved of.

Of course she'd kept Geoff's first letter. She was just so amazed (and sort of relieved) that someone would finally notice her.

A knock sounded on her door. "Bridgette? May I come in?"

Bridgette quickly shoved the letter in the drawer on her bedside table and said "Of course." She didn't want to think about what would happen if the letters were found. Most likely cameras would be installed in her room, with bars across her window and her door locked 24-7. Yeah, that wasn't exactly normal, but being forced to play Rapunzel wasn't, either, so she wouldn't rule out those possibilities if she was ever found to be communicating with a man she barely knew.

The door opened to reveal Alejandro. He'd taken off his judge outfit and was in casual clothes, but Bridgette could still tell by the gleam in his eyes that he'd had a pretty successful day sentencing people. But she spoke anyway. "How was your day?"

"Tiring." Her guardian replied, although he didn't really look at all tired. "So many cases in one day...it's a good thing the next hearing isn't until Monday." He paused, closing the door. "Anyway, there was something I wanted to speak to you about. Have you given any thought to your future?"

Bridgette paused, thinking about it. Finally, she said "My friend Courtney asked me the same thing during the last week of school. I've thought about going into something like...I don't know, maybe nursing? I have the credidentials to get into university, although I was thinking about taking a gap year first, to travel, since I haven't really been anywhere and I've been saving for the last few years..."

This was clearly not the answer Alejandro was hoping for. His eye twitched, a sign that he was ever-so-slightly irritated. "Well," he said, his voice still level, "I've thought about it a lot during the past few months. Your future is as important to me as it is to you. You're right about university. I think you'd do well there."

But despite the words, the situation wasn't Bridgette's hopes for her future at all. Her concerns of the last year – the caged feeling, the isolation – weren't going to disappear if she didn't leave for a while, and as Alejandro continued to speak, she realized that if he had his way, she'd still be living there and starting at a local uni after this summer.

But that wasn't the worst part. Bridgette didn't even want to think about it. The minute she was alone, she penned a very short letter.

Dear Geoff,

Can you come to the house and stand directly below my window at 3am this Saturday night? Or I guess Sunday morning, but you take my point. I won't be able to come down, but I'll be at my window. You'll understand at the time. I don't think there's anyone else I can turn to at this point. But your efforts to contact me is something that lets me know that you're the person to ask.

Bridgette

Geoff received the letter on Saturday morning. He wasn't sure what to do for the moment, so he decided to visit a more worldly-wise friend. Okay, so he hadn't known where Mal was at the time, but word had gotten around about the showdown, so he'd been able to find Bakery of Savouries easily, and just taken the side steps up, where a red and white barber pole was set up. The sign on the door stated that the place was Open, so Geoff opened the door.

Mal turned at the sound of the door opening, looking apprehensive. His face relaxed when he saw who it was. "What a pleasant surprise." he said, although he didn't smile. "What's the occasion? Heard about my business?" He eyed the cowboy hat concealing Geoff's hair from view. He'd only seen Geoff take his hat off once, but he knew he could have styled it to look five times better than it did.

Geoff smiled. "Yeah, I heard about it. Congratulations for winning that contest, by the way. I heard all about it. But I was actually here because I wanted to ask advice. I've recently met this girl – I think she's an adopted daughter of Judge Burromuerto...I don't know if you know who he is, but-"

"I know." Mal said simply, but now that Geoff had said that, he let the young man continue. Scarlett had told him that the judge had taken in his daughter after Zoey committed suicide. And Mal knew that Geoff had to be talking about Bridgette.

"Well, anyway, she's sent me a desperate message, saying she wants me to stand below her window at 3am, but not why. She stated she won't be able to come down. She sounds desperate. I'm not sure if I should do it..." Geoff trailed off.

Mal had no doubt what Geoff should do. If he played his cards right, the young man who'd saved his life might hold the key to get him his daughter back. "If she's so desperate, I would listen to her." he said. "If she can't come down, there's nothing she can do to you."

And that's why, several hours later, Geoff was standing in the dark outside the house he'd been warned against.

Slowly, Bridgette's window slid open,and her blonde head looked out. She saw Geoff after a second, and smiled just enough so he would be able to see it in the darkness. Then, she dropped a small parcel down, and closed the window again.

Geoff managed to catch the parcel, although it was so light the wind could have blown it anywhere. Thank goodness it was a clear night!

He opened the parcel the minute he got home. It wasn't much – just a key, but a letter came with it. Not just any letter, but one that held vital information.

Dear Geoff,

I wasn't sure if you'd come, so if you got this, thank you so much. I'm taking a risk to give this to you, but I need your help. Enclosed is a key to my house. On Monday, I'll be alone in the house from 9am to 10pm. Any time between then, let yourself in, and come straight up to my room. It's on the landing, first door on the left from the stairs. I'll tell you everything then.

Thanks for this. I know I'm asking a lot, but I'm afraid, and I can't save myself alone.

Bridgette.

Those of you who've only seen the movie will not know of the duet Anthony and Johanna sing in the first act. But their romance isn't the same without "Kiss Me!" So, I have to have them meet up properly.

Also, I don't know if anyone in this category has read Annie Dalton's series "Mel Beeby Agent Angel". If you have, though, could you please have a look at my fanfic on there "My Angel Girl"? It would be much appreciated.