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entrance hall.
“You look better today.”
The voice startled me. I turned around to see Blake Harrison standing in the doorway behind me, looking imposing and devastatingly handsome as usual in his expensive suit and pale blue tie. I couldn’t understand how he always managed to look like he had just been styled for a professional photo shoot.
“Do you like the decorations so far?” I asked to change the subject. I didn’t want to admit that he had been right.
“Hm, yes. They are over the top, but I suppose that is what you are going for with all of this.” He swept his arm across the room but his eyes stayed focused on me. “Only a few short days and we will see if you can manage to pull it off.”
Blake Harrison turned and strode down the hall before I had a chance to form a response. I watched him walk away. He walked with a masculine, choppy, authoritative air while still managing to appear elegant. Everything about him was confusing. The man was full of opposites colliding into a picture that I still couldn’t understand. He praised me, he admonished me; he was too cold, then too familiar; he was totally in control and then completely out of control.
“Is this where you are going to have them put the roses?”
The decorator’s voice pulled me out of my reverie. I turned away from Blake Harrison’s retreating form and back to the work at hand. I wasn’t sure how to solve the mystery of Blake Harrison, but I knew that if I messed up anything about this event, I wouldn’t ever get the chance.
The last few days of planning were a whirlwind. Days and nights blurred together as I secretly sent out emails in the dark, hiding under my covers like a kid with a flashlight. I knew Mr. Harrison would admonish me for not getting enough sleep, but I felt like I needed every spare moment to put the finishing touches on every aspect of the launch party.
Finally, Friday arrived, the day before the event. Aside from a few last-minute mini-emergencies, everything was in place. I poured over and over the RSVP list, helped Jane oversee the finishing touches on all the decorations, and gave the caterer a tour of the kitchen. I knew that there wasn’t much left for me to do, but sitting idly in the last few hours before such a big event was impossible. My mother had always told me that idle hands do the devils work, and the saying had stuck, despite my rejection of most of her life lessons.
The sun was low in the sky by the time I finally made my way to the kitchen and sat down for the first time that day. It wasn’t until I was sitting in front of my plate of chicken and vegetables that I realized how exhausted I felt all the way down to my bones. I forced a few more mouthfuls of food past my lips and then stumbled up the stairs and down the hallway to my bedroom.
I almost collapsed on my soft bed before I noticed the package. It was a long, cream-colored box tied with a sage green ribbon. I stopped and stared at it for a minute, but there was no card or note anywhere on the box. I gently untied the beautiful bow and opened the box. Shimmering, silver silk, tulle, and beads lay perfectly folded inside. I reached down, almost afraid to touch something so lovely. Carefully pulling it from the box, I saw that it was a dress. Tiny glittering tulle cap sleeves led to a fitted, beaded bodice that flowed down to a flared silk and tulle skirt. It was the single most beautiful dress I had ever laid eyes on, and judging by the workmanship, it was likely the most expensive as well.
A small green envelope lay at the bottom of the box. I carefully lay the dress down on my bed and picked it up. Inside, I found a small white card.
Grace,
Please accept this dress as a small token of my gratitude for all the work you have done these past few weeks. It would greatly please me to see you wear it tomorrow night.
Yours,
Blake Harrison
I stared at the beautiful curl
“You look better today.”
The voice startled me. I turned around to see Blake Harrison standing in the doorway behind me, looking imposing and devastatingly handsome as usual in his expensive suit and pale blue tie. I couldn’t understand how he always managed to look like he had just been styled for a professional photo shoot.
“Do you like the decorations so far?” I asked to change the subject. I didn’t want to admit that he had been right.
“Hm, yes. They are over the top, but I suppose that is what you are going for with all of this.” He swept his arm across the room but his eyes stayed focused on me. “Only a few short days and we will see if you can manage to pull it off.”
Blake Harrison turned and strode down the hall before I had a chance to form a response. I watched him walk away. He walked with a masculine, choppy, authoritative air while still managing to appear elegant. Everything about him was confusing. The man was full of opposites colliding into a picture that I still couldn’t understand. He praised me, he admonished me; he was too cold, then too familiar; he was totally in control and then completely out of control.
“Is this where you are going to have them put the roses?”
The decorator’s voice pulled me out of my reverie. I turned away from Blake Harrison’s retreating form and back to the work at hand. I wasn’t sure how to solve the mystery of Blake Harrison, but I knew that if I messed up anything about this event, I wouldn’t ever get the chance.
The last few days of planning were a whirlwind. Days and nights blurred together as I secretly sent out emails in the dark, hiding under my covers like a kid with a flashlight. I knew Mr. Harrison would admonish me for not getting enough sleep, but I felt like I needed every spare moment to put the finishing touches on every aspect of the launch party.
Finally, Friday arrived, the day before the event. Aside from a few last-minute mini-emergencies, everything was in place. I poured over and over the RSVP list, helped Jane oversee the finishing touches on all the decorations, and gave the caterer a tour of the kitchen. I knew that there wasn’t much left for me to do, but sitting idly in the last few hours before such a big event was impossible. My mother had always told me that idle hands do the devils work, and the saying had stuck, despite my rejection of most of her life lessons.
The sun was low in the sky by the time I finally made my way to the kitchen and sat down for the first time that day. It wasn’t until I was sitting in front of my plate of chicken and vegetables that I realized how exhausted I felt all the way down to my bones. I forced a few more mouthfuls of food past my lips and then stumbled up the stairs and down the hallway to my bedroom.
I almost collapsed on my soft bed before I noticed the package. It was a long, cream-colored box tied with a sage green ribbon. I stopped and stared at it for a minute, but there was no card or note anywhere on the box. I gently untied the beautiful bow and opened the box. Shimmering, silver silk, tulle, and beads lay perfectly folded inside. I reached down, almost afraid to touch something so lovely. Carefully pulling it from the box, I saw that it was a dress. Tiny glittering tulle cap sleeves led to a fitted, beaded bodice that flowed down to a flared silk and tulle skirt. It was the single most beautiful dress I had ever laid eyes on, and judging by the workmanship, it was likely the most expensive as well.
A small green envelope lay at the bottom of the box. I carefully lay the dress down on my bed and picked it up. Inside, I found a small white card.
Grace,
Please accept this dress as a small token of my gratitude for all the work you have done these past few weeks. It would greatly please me to see you wear it tomorrow night.
Yours,
Blake Harrison
I stared at the beautiful curl
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