Chapter 55I was sitting at the table with a martini I had made myself from the minibar waiting for Maria to finishing dressing. She emerged from the bedroom in a long black evening gown with black heels. She had a hand-embroidered evening wrap. It was a dark maroon background of batik silk with an embroidered garden of flowers. It was stunning. I was just at that time, taking a sip of my martini when she walked out, and the shock caused me to spill some on my new tuxedo. With a playful little laugh, she said, “Warren, are you OK?”
I set down the drink and grabbed a napkin to wipe up that which spilled.
“I am fine, Maria, you look stunning.”
She took off the wrap revealing a strand of opera length pearls, which were some of the largest matched pearls I have ever seen. A four-row diamond
