Chapter 97

They had spent the afternoon talking about the future, about their hopes and plans and dreams and for the first time in her life, Sandra felt hopeful. She never considered her life outside of working, her grandparents or her sister and now she was getting married, moving to England and talking about pursuing her dream of writing. Her life had just become a whirlwind, far more forceful than any tornado ever hoped to be.

Creighton insisted that they take in an opera while they were in Paris. He wanted Sandra to experience all the elegance and ambience the city had to offer. With a simple phone call, he secured dinner reservations at a restaurant she was certain would cost more than her monthly salary, and box seats for The Bastille where they would see The Marriage of Figaro. She had seen and done many things since meeting this man, but nothing was as exciting as the events that lay ahead of her.

Sandra searched through the chest of drawers, blushing at the black leather bustier that la