Chapter 4
From her hotel suite on Royal Street, Tess ransacked her suitcase, praying her blue dress might magically appear so she didn’t have to borrow from Caro, who was already bringing over a pair of heels. She hadn't thought she'd have time to go out and had only packed the essentials. She texted her sister.
You were right. I should always pack a dress.
Naturellement. I'm always right about everything.
Funny, Jess.
How her sister spoke French and Spanish fluently, Tess would never understand. She knew how to order food in Spanish, but that was the extent of her language skills. Jess had the ability to absorb languages effortlessly which she’d proved when she’d conversed in Arabic to her college friend after knowing her but a month.
A knock reverberated in the air. Caro was now a
