CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Maggie and Tom took the train up to Washington D.C. The street in front of the Historic Hilton Hotel was jammed with cars and limousines. Their tax cab waited it’s turn to drop them off. There were photographers and reporters, it was like nothing Maggie had ever seen before. As Maggie stepped through the security monitors she handed her invitation to the attendant. She was wearing a long blue velvet dress; the plunging neckline was rimmed in pearls. She had blue velvet pumps to match.
"Thank you. Enjoy the evening." The attendant smiled admiring her shape.
Maggie nodded and entered the expansive foyer of the hotel.
Tom stepped up and cleared his throat. The attendant turned his attention away from Maggie and glanced at Tom’s invitation and quickly nodded him through.
