Vanessa took a shower and was trying to tame her kinky 4C hair when a knock sounded on her door. She opened it for Nick’s daytime housekeeper, Myra, who held a large box. “For you,” the older woman with iron-gray hair said, and carried the box to the bed.
“Already?” Vanessa asked, glancing at the clock. When Nick said an hour, he meant an hour. “Thank you very much, Myra,” she said, opening the box and pushing aside layers of tissue paper.
“Wow!” Vanessa exclaimed, staring at the dress. “That is gorgeous. Did you see it?” she asked the chief housekeeper. She held up the champagne-colored gown with the fitted bodice and deep V-neck. Just under the bust-line dotted with tiny diamonds, the remainder of the dress fell in a swirl of silk.
The woman nodded. “It is beautiful. Perfect for you
