Chapter Seventeen
Guided Tour
“A creation of importance can only be produced when its author isolates himself, it is a child of solitude.”
– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
For four days, Mia and I did almost nothing but dance and prepare for the big day. We spent hours picking out our sexiest clothes, the best shoes, and hours trying to decide how we should look makeup-wise. There were some rather catty fights about what we should look like. Finally, it was all resolved by the appearance of a man neither of us had ever met before. He walked right into our room without even knocking—which was shocking enough. He didn’t even bat an eye at our state of undress; me in a baby doll, Mia in nothing but her skimpy nightdress.
“Stop that and come to attention!” he snapped.
“Yes, sir,” we both sai
