Fighting mortification, I eased my decrepit Honda Accord up to the valet stand at the Ritz. I momentarily kicked myself that I had to be such a control freak and hadn't ridden with William. His Escalade fit right in with the upscale clientele while my Honda stuck out like a hooker in church.
After handing over my keys to the attendant, I pulled my shoulders back and tried to hold my head as high as I could considering I was wearing spandex running clothes. William met me at the door with a beaming smile. “See. I'm a woman of my word," I said.
“I never doubted you."
“Uh-huh."
“Okay. Maybe a little."
We stepped through the revolving doors and into the elaborately decorated lobby. “This place is so beautiful," I remarked, as I eyed the crystal chandeliers overhead.
“It's my favorite pla
