As she turned the handle, Angel sighed finding it unlocked. Stepping in, she closed the door behind her and hit the dim button on the wall. The soft colors of light bounced off the walls and ceiling like it had that night. Walking to the stereo, she turned it on finding the CD still there that had played that night. She didn’t even have to adjust the sound because it was still set so low she could barely hear it.
Caught up in the memory, Angel checked the closet, finding the nightie she had worn that night. Putting it on, she quickly located the small bar and smiled seeing the usual bottle of champagne that the bridal suites always had for the guest. Pouring a glass, she stared at the spot they had danced as she drank the wine. Instead of dancing by herself, she simply closed her eyes and
