Chapter 25It's the morning of my birthday. Thirty years old. Wow. The bright Miami sunshine is peaking through our floor length linen curtains. I take in my surroundings with only one eye open. It's all I can manage first thing. I look round to see my lover is still in his deep slumber.
There is a bottle of Malbec with a small glass left in it on the coffee table. Two wine glasses next to it that are still full. A small tray of Café Crème cigars. A stocking here. Another stocking over there. A stiletto in one corner and the other one across the room. My dress is draped on the back of the sofa. My clutch bag is on the floor with the flap open and change strewn across the floor. I smile and remember how we raced back to our room with our bottle of wine but barely touched it before falling i
