As soon as the boxes are in my arms, she pulls a third notefrom her back pocket and hands it to me wordlessly.
“Of course,” I mutter. “Another note.”
The girl bows and pulls the suite doors closed.
Oookay then. Apparently, everyone is scared of Nikolai all thetime, whether or not he’s even in the same zip code. Iawkwardly slide the big packages onto the counter and thenunfold the latest note.
There will be a grand opening gala tonight for the hotel staffand investors. These are for you and Elise. I’ll meet you there.
The note is short and to the point, in typical Nikolai fashion.But something about it feels grand.
I turn to the first box and lift the lid. Inside is a delicatelyfolded ball gown in a beautiful shade of cerulean blue. I
