As soon as Vanessa entered the luxurious room with a sitting area separate from the stalls, she looked for Angie, but could not find her. She walked into the connecting room filled with stalls and tentatively called, “Angelica… Angie?”
“I am over here,” she said, covering her face and shaking her head as she exited one of the restrooms. “Did I really do that? I cannot believe I did that. I am so mortified. I am not going back there.”
“Of course you will. It was only a little spill. They happen all the time,” Vanessa said, urging the young woman into the sitting area. “Come on. Let me work on your dress.”
Angie moaned. “Why did I have to make a server spill wine on the sexiest man I have ever met?”
“I would disagree with you on the sexiest part. Anyway, Anthony was acting like a stud in
