She headed toward the en suite bathroom, tugging off her hopelessly wrinkled dress as she went.

She fumbled with the complicated bells and whistles in the shower cubicle. It’s a shower; why is it so damned difficult anyway?

She finally got the water going and gratefully stepped beneath the powerful spray before swearing and fumbling with the knobs and buttons to set it to a temperature less than scalding.

“Damn it.”

The words were mild but heartfelt. ...