Shana~
Back in my hotel room, as I prepare for my escape weekend with Trevor, I contemplate what to throw into my carry-on suitcase. There might have been a time when I would have felt guilty about leaving two hotel rooms in the Financial District of Manhattan unoccupied for two nights on Saks's dime, but as I take a deep breath to expel the negativity from the last week working with Witch Vicky, I'm filled with nothing but anticipation.
Even though Trevor told me the concert venue is nude, I throw a few tops, a pair of jeans, and even a skirt and blouse onto the bed. It's then that I see the black Saks Fifth Avenue bag with the small black and white bow that brings a much-needed smile to my face.
The negligee inside isn't exactly like the one I wore on the runway. That one is for nex
