Lisa's POV
I stood in front of the small mirror hanging on my bedroom wall and looked at my reflection for what felt like the tenth time that morning.
The pale blue dress I was wearing wasn't expensive, but it was the nicest outfit I owned. I had bought it nearly two years ago for a hotel dinner where all the staff were expected to dress formally. Since then, it had remained carefully folded inside my wardrobe, waiting for another occasion that felt important enough.
I never imagined that the occasion would be today.
Slowly, I brushed an invisible crease from the front of my dress before turning sideways to see if everything looked right.
For the first time in my life, I wasn't getting ready for work. I wasn't preparing to welcome guests at the front desk of the hotel or answer endles
