When she arrived outside the hotel at 6 p.m., it was already dark out. She got out of the car and handed her keys to the valet as he greeted her with a charming smile, clutch, and phone in hand.
“Beautiful as always, Juliette,” said the young man, who was dressed in a white dress shirt with a burgundy waistcoat with burgundy slacks and black dress shoes. Shine brightly enough to catch a glimpse of yourself. Hair was combed neatly.
She returned his smile and thanked him for his kind words.
They were both blinded by the brightness of an approaching set of headlights. To keep the light out of her eyes, Juliette cupped her hand over her brow.
“Would driving a car while caring for others be too much for certain people?” She wondered aloud, perplexed, why certain people were compelled to
