The last pic had hit my phone about three hours ago. She was dressed in a sparkling green dress that stopped at her collarbone and capped at her shoulders. It flowed down to her glittering silver heels that helped show off her spectacular legs along with that slit in the front of the dress. Her hair was pushed back, showing off her neck and artfully done makeup. She was beautiful. I’d texted as much, too, wishing I were there to see her in person.
I took my shower and did fifteen minutes of meditation before passing out in bed, leaving the events of the day behind as the hours passed.
When the early morning rose, I stayed in bed, counting the things I was thankful for instead of focusing on what all I had to do today. It was hard. There were lots of papers to sign, and I had Mom to deal with. My mind kept going back to the hurt and the memories of the past despite all my training to get beyond them. It was going to take a miracle not to lose my shit on anyone who acted dick-ish today.
I threw on some pants and started the coffeemaker on the dresser. Just as I was cleaning up in the bathroom, a knock on the door echoed in the quiet room.
Maybe I’d forgotten to put the No Room Service door hanger on last night. Pretty sure I’d kept it on every day and not taken it off. Still, I dried off my face and walked to the door in just my pants.
Every muscle in my body froze at the sight before me.
I’d thought to myself that I’d need a miracle to get through today, but never in my wildest dreams had I thought that miracle would form as Mia, still wearing that sparkling green dress, standing on the other side of my hotel door.
I didn’t know what to say, completely stunned she was here. Probably having flown on her jet to get here.
“Um, I needed help unzipping my dress, and I didn’t want anyone to do it but you,” she blurted.
My mind was no longer focused on anything negative that had begun to cripple me.
It was solely on her, my miracle.
