Chapter Thirteen
Sierra was pacing her room again, desperate for a plan, when the phone rang. She walked to the nightstand and tentatively picked it up.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Good evening, Miss Christie,’ A professional male spoke on the other end of the phone. “Mr. Taylor asks that you join him for dinner at seven. He’ll send an escort up for you. Formal attire is requested. You should find something suitable to wear in your closet.”
Sierra hung up the phone and went to the closet. Sure enough, it was stocked with an array of beautiful designer clothes and shoes, all in her size. She wondered briefly if Dorrian’s assistants knew Joe’s assistants, and if there was some industry standard way they were all capable of figuring out her dress size.
She selected a slinky black silk Valen
