CASSANDRA
Undoubtedly, we were in a hotel. The noises of elevators and bags slamming against travertine floors told me. I could hear Fabio dragging me barefoot and blindfolded in my wedding dress as he threw a duffel bag full of who knows what over his shoulder. I imagined how we must appear: Fabio carrying me barefoot and blindfolded in my wedding dress.
"Are we staying in a hotel?"
He put his lips to my temple and mumbled, "Shh." "Almost there," I said.
He moved with regular, steady strides like if I didn't weigh anything. I questioned, "Is everyone looking at us?" while placing my lips against his neck.
He turned and grinned softly in my ear.
"Defnitely."
The elevator smelled like famil-jar as soon as we got inside. Could it be that since we were back at the Hotel Del, he had jus
