Rooting through her wardrobe 'over stock', she dragged out creased articles of clothing. Desperate for something that looked sassy and elegant, she discarded dress after dress, wondering why she ever thought she'd look remotely presentable in neon orange. Throwing herself down on the bed she groaned. This was no easy task. Finding something glamorous enough in her wardrobe for Alberta's, was like turning water to wine, completely impossible for mortal man. Even though it was far from the formal establishments in New York and London, the place was still black tie. And Thomas would be there, the tiniest of tables between them.
She gulped, noticing the temperature rise at the mere thought of the Grecian god next door. She was showered, de fuzzed and had started on her hair, but she had nothi
