Samantha scurried around her hotel room, fixing the pillows on the bed over and over again, making sure the chair at the desk was pushed in all the way, placed just right. She wanted everything to be perfect when Elliott arrived. She looked in the mirror too many times to count. Admitting to herself she looked good, she twirled, watching her long, red print skirt whirl about her legs and pulled down the back of her matching long red sweater.
Knock, knock, knock, she heard on the door. One more glance in the mirror to make sure her necklace was centered, she took a long, deep breath and exhaled as she strutted to the door, her back straight, head held high. She put her hand on the doorknob and hesitated for only a second.
Finally, she turned the knob and pulled open the door. There stood
