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shared one kiss, each lingering to the end of it as if making a promise. He released her without warning, as he spun on his heels and headed straight forward as Lucy ran through interview questions and Chris talked shop.
Alice was left alone with the bags, waiting for someone to come walk her through this new type of life.
Once she arrived at the hotel, she sank into the wide, king-size bed. She ran herself a bubble bath in the whirlpool tub, and a television in the bathroom allowed her to catch the tail end of the news. As the announcer flipped their attention to sports, she cringed as she caught sight of herself trailing behind Micah at the Chicago airport. The reporter talked about the disruption he had caused ahead of his fight—at one point calling it a circus. Whomever did the scouting at the security line had sold a pretty far out story.
She flipped through the sports channels, hoping to see live coverage of the match’s pre-show festivities. There was always the ceremonial weigh-in, the head to head matchups, and the individual and joint press conferences. Neither would be on until later that evening, ahead of the actual match according to the announcer.
A knock came on her door while she was still in her tub. She leapt up, grabbing a plush robe and towel to wrap around her body and hair as she rushed to the door. Looking through the tiny peephole, she could make out several people. Each were dressed in the hotel’s official blue shirts and white bottoms.
She opened the door a crack as the gang leader, a meek and mild woman stepped forward. “Ms. Anderson? Mr. Anderson has requested that we were to come give you a massage, a manicure, and pedicure in room. Would you like to do that now or should we come back at a better time?”
Stunned, Alice welcomed them in, as her day of pampering began. It was totally unexpected and thrilling. Never had Alice been treated to something as luxurious as this. She let them do their magic, as staff member after staff member entered and exited her room with a flurry of new gadgets and treatments she had never even heard of.
But it was the box that really made Alice stop in her tracks. A man, not dressed in the hotel’s uniform, arrived just about two hours before she was to leave for the match. He placed the white, oblong box on her hotel’s bed and opened the contents with his white, pristine gloved hands. Carefully, he pulled out a gold, glittering dress, a pair of sling back heels, and a dazzling chocolate gold necklace with matching earrings.
Once the clothing was laid out, he handed her a note jotted down in Micah’s messy handwriting: For the woman I love who has always sparkled in the crowd.
The concierge took her into the bathroom’s dressing area and assisted Alice, as she tried on the gown. A hairstylist and makeup artist followed soon after, all at Micah’s request. As she walked out of the room, the rest of the staff stopped to gasp at the gown and Alice in her full glory.
Her car came soon after the staff had left her. As she confidently walked the hallways of the hotel, she watched as heads turned in awe—all eyes planted on the girl in the golden dress. She had never received such attention in her life. It felt almost as if she was back at home as a small child trying on her mother’s party dresses. This is just pretend, her subconscious reminded herself. Tomorrow this all goes away.
The black limo pulled up to the glittering stadium just in time. She could hear the familiar roar of the crowds as the first fight was being introduced from her entrance in the VIP area. As she was escorted into the stadium, she passed the locker rooms where she knew Micah waited impatiently. She could imagine him pacing back and forth as he and his team of coaches attempted to both calm him down and psyche him up at the same time. There was nothing more that she wanted than to be there with him, resting her head on his
Alice was left alone with the bags, waiting for someone to come walk her through this new type of life.
Once she arrived at the hotel, she sank into the wide, king-size bed. She ran herself a bubble bath in the whirlpool tub, and a television in the bathroom allowed her to catch the tail end of the news. As the announcer flipped their attention to sports, she cringed as she caught sight of herself trailing behind Micah at the Chicago airport. The reporter talked about the disruption he had caused ahead of his fight—at one point calling it a circus. Whomever did the scouting at the security line had sold a pretty far out story.
She flipped through the sports channels, hoping to see live coverage of the match’s pre-show festivities. There was always the ceremonial weigh-in, the head to head matchups, and the individual and joint press conferences. Neither would be on until later that evening, ahead of the actual match according to the announcer.
A knock came on her door while she was still in her tub. She leapt up, grabbing a plush robe and towel to wrap around her body and hair as she rushed to the door. Looking through the tiny peephole, she could make out several people. Each were dressed in the hotel’s official blue shirts and white bottoms.
She opened the door a crack as the gang leader, a meek and mild woman stepped forward. “Ms. Anderson? Mr. Anderson has requested that we were to come give you a massage, a manicure, and pedicure in room. Would you like to do that now or should we come back at a better time?”
Stunned, Alice welcomed them in, as her day of pampering began. It was totally unexpected and thrilling. Never had Alice been treated to something as luxurious as this. She let them do their magic, as staff member after staff member entered and exited her room with a flurry of new gadgets and treatments she had never even heard of.
But it was the box that really made Alice stop in her tracks. A man, not dressed in the hotel’s uniform, arrived just about two hours before she was to leave for the match. He placed the white, oblong box on her hotel’s bed and opened the contents with his white, pristine gloved hands. Carefully, he pulled out a gold, glittering dress, a pair of sling back heels, and a dazzling chocolate gold necklace with matching earrings.
Once the clothing was laid out, he handed her a note jotted down in Micah’s messy handwriting: For the woman I love who has always sparkled in the crowd.
The concierge took her into the bathroom’s dressing area and assisted Alice, as she tried on the gown. A hairstylist and makeup artist followed soon after, all at Micah’s request. As she walked out of the room, the rest of the staff stopped to gasp at the gown and Alice in her full glory.
Her car came soon after the staff had left her. As she confidently walked the hallways of the hotel, she watched as heads turned in awe—all eyes planted on the girl in the golden dress. She had never received such attention in her life. It felt almost as if she was back at home as a small child trying on her mother’s party dresses. This is just pretend, her subconscious reminded herself. Tomorrow this all goes away.
The black limo pulled up to the glittering stadium just in time. She could hear the familiar roar of the crowds as the first fight was being introduced from her entrance in the VIP area. As she was escorted into the stadium, she passed the locker rooms where she knew Micah waited impatiently. She could imagine him pacing back and forth as he and his team of coaches attempted to both calm him down and psyche him up at the same time. There was nothing more that she wanted than to be there with him, resting her head on his
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