A nondescript brown box was delivered to Cassandra's apartment. Inside the box, among deep red tissue paper, was a box. The wrapping paper on it was one that looked like sheet music, with a red ribbon around it with an envelope. The note inside was in beautiful calligraphy;

Cassandra,
I remembered what you said about my hair pin, and took it upon myself to have one made for you. In the bass clef you mentioned. I hope you like it and I know it will look beautiful in your hair.
~~Sera

The Hairpin
Cassandra Reeding Shenanigans