Julia
When I heard the knock at the door, I assumed it was an employee of the hotel coming to pick up the room-service cart from lunch. Imagine my surprise when it was a delivery. The man entering laid a long garment bag and a large black and white striped bag on the sofa.
“Are you sure you're delivering this to the correct room number?"
He looked at a slip of paper. “Ms. McGrath, the Terrace suite."
“That's me," I said, warmth filling my cheeks at the realization I was still wearing Van's shirt. “Oh, let me get you a tip."
Hurrying to the bedroom, I found my purse and returned with a twenty-dollar bill.
“Thank you, ma'am."
Once he was gone and the door was locked, I went to the sofa, curiosity getting the better of me. Unzipping the long bag, I gasped. It was an evening gown,
