8

After a shower where I spent most of the time thinking about how to get out of this mess, no ideas were forthcoming so turn off the water, and dried off with one of the towels, I came out to see a transformed room, a nail tech has set up on one part of the room, the make up artist had her tools laid out by the vanity and fiddling with a ring light, in the middle of it all, Ms. Pat is directing two attendants on where to position yet another rack of dresses, this ones has more dresses in shades of whites and lavender, silk and tulle sweeping the floor. It looked like ten people were to get dressed in here not a single person.

“There you are!” Ms. Pat exclaimed immediately she spies me standing at the bathroom door, still clutching the handle.

“Why don’t you change into this and they can get started with some facials and then move unto your pedicure? After that we can try out some choices” She moves in front of me, a short cream colored silky robe dangling from her fingers, I accept