When I got back to the main house, I saw I had barely an hour to get ready.
Invigorated by the brisk walk, my body welcomed the luxury of a warm shower. I quickly toweled myself dry and moved on to blow-dry my hair straight until it fell in a smooth cascade down my back.
I rewrapped the uncooperative towel around my body for the hundredth time and critically eyed my limited wardrobe selection.
Gabe had said casual. Hmm ...
After a distressfully ridiculous amount of consideration, I decided to go with the chocolate suede trousers, the gypsy flowered blouse and the black boots. Casual, but ... I thought, pleased with my decision. I dabbed some amber oil in all the places I would like to be kissed as Coco Chanel used to say. I finished with extra mascara, leaving my lips bare with just a
