Julia

Brushing my hair, I stared at my reflection. My face was washed and my teeth were brushed, and a satin nightgown that had been amongst the items Van purchased—my non-gifts—hung from spaghetti straps on my shoulders. As I stepped from our bathroom, I heard the hallway door to our suite open and close. Turning that way, I scanned the man coming toward me. He was tall and handsome, and his mere presence made my heart beat in double time. ...