Georgina woke up the next morning at 9 A.M., feeling like she'd slept on a cloud of pure bliss. A contented smile spread across her face as she stretched her entire body, her muscles deliciously sore from the deep sleep. When she opened the curtains, the sight of New York City bathed in morning light left her frozen in awe.
What an unexpectedly pleasant night she'd had after such a disastrous day.
She couldn't help but wonder about the mysterious owner of the Drunken Moon Hotel. The man who had intervened on her behalf deserved her thanks, if only he would allow her to meet him. These thoughts lingered as she took a quick shower and reluctantly dressed in yesterday's clothes. The familiar fabric against her skin served as an uncomfortable reminder that she needed to go shopping lat
