I went over to my closet and checked out my wardrobe. I would look at all my beautiful dresses, as I wanted to look absolutely gorgeous. I went through them one by one. There was this very nice black one with spaghetti straps, a beige chiffon one that flowed beautifully, but long, and then there was this one. This one in particular. It was a beautiful red organza cocktail dress, an expensive number a 'friend' had purchased for me not too very long ago. How appropriate! I took it off the hanger and starred at it. I touched it, feeling the material with all it's splendor, how it felt on my fingertips, the quality of it, and the shear pleasure of how good it would look on me. I stood at my full length mirror, and proceeded to put it on. Wow, I couldn't look any better if I may say so myself. It had a conservative style to it but the bright yet elegant rich color was simply dazzling. I didn't want to take it off so I kept it on, admiring myself.
This 'meeting' would be fun, and it would shake a few things up for me. It was good I would get out of the apartment for a change, and I saw this as an opportunity. The event was in three days, and it was fun choosing shoes to go with my beautiful dress. I could change my mind but I wouldn't. By the way, do YOU know the reason I'm going to the Chateau Le Moyne? Do you really think you know? I continued to look at other dresses, then at all my sexy shoes, something a woman truly can't resist when shopping, and I'm no exception. Should I wear red with the red dress, or should I wear gold? I had the most stunning pair of pale platinum Prada's that would go just fabulous with my dress of choice. For now it seemed like the perfect match, but who knows if I'd change my mind within just a few minutes or so. Kat said this visitor was from an unknown destination. Why wouldn't he not say where he was from? I began to think if this was something that I should concern myself with, or let it go and find out when I arrived. After all, I could always go and meet him, then deceide if I would want to stay or not. I could always leave. Or could I?
I finally took my beautiful dress off, and returned it to it's destination, the closet. As I put it back on the hanger, I continued to admire it as I was hanging it back up, still feeling the beauty of the fabric, it's texture, and the overall quality of the material. I felt so fortunate to have this particular dress. I began to think that my visit to this fabulous hotel certainly would not be the same type of experience I just had from the evening before, magical in every way, and was longing for that to happen again. But when? I knew now it would come back, the man who brought me to a place I hadn't been to except with him and longed for him to be with me right at this very moment. Was it Dan? Was it him coming back to me in a mysterious kind of way? Maybe I should call him, at least to see how he's been doing. After all, he suffered such a life threatening experience and I needed to see him. Hoping he would contact me from the time we last spoke, I was surprised he was taking so long to do so.
Remembering the last time I met a visitor at a fabulous hotel several months earlier, it was an evening that pretty much went as planned. I wore a black cocktail dress, not too fancy but classy, and went through the motions I ordinarily go through on any other given evening. I remember this one man, older, very handsome, knowing exactly what he wanted, and what he wanted to do with me. I remember seeing a tennis racket at the corner of the room, and a few other things that made his stay enjoyable for the three days he was in town. The columns made the room look regal, and floor length mirrors in the bedroom. I remember looking at myself in it as I began to take off my dress. At first he did a lot of talking, then became more relaxed after a few drinks. It was a good evening even with his odd requests, requests I will tell you about, and secrets he told me that he harbored within. He owned a fabulous yacht that was coming in from the south of France. He told me he would love for me to join him on it, and thought the man was bullshitting to the ends of the earth, but I really didn't care. I never saw the yacht, or him again for that matter as when the evening was over, it was over. Or so I thought. The turn of events are startling.