After all, Cinderella got her happy ending, right? Who's to say Rosella Ryder couldn't get hers too?
But before I could even think about my fairy tale ending, I had another challenge to face. The note from Dante mentioned dinner, but there was no way in hell I was going to show up in any of my old clothes. Nuh-uh. Not after the day I'd had.
I glanced at the clock. Still plenty of time before dinner. And I had a shiny new credit card burning a hole in my pocket. Time to go shopping. For real this time.
I slipped back into my old clothes - they'd have to do for now - and headed out. This time, when I walked through the lobby, I held my head high. Amazing what a little confidence can do, huh?
The concierge called me a cab, and before I knew it, I was pulling up in front of Saks Fifth Aven
