Broken Promises and Ripped Dresses

Rooftop Dinner

*Dedicated to @Scarlett_Elixer for the new cover:)

Chapter 16. Rooftop Dinner

When I woke up, about four hours later, I was in my bed at the hotel. Which meant that Andrew must have carried me from the cart all the way up to the second floor. How was that even possible? He must have super strength or just really amazing upper body strength, because I weigh quite a lot.

I can't even begin to imagine the strange looks he must have gotten as he carried an unconscious girl up through the elevator. I laughed as I thought of Andrew trying to convince people that he hadn't drugged me and wasn't bringing me into a room to take advantage of me.

Speaking of Andrew, where is that devilishly handsome man?

I sat up, throwing the covers off of my body, and swung my legs over the side of the bed. Out through the window I could see that it was just getting dark, and I could see different city lights turning on. I reached my phone, and checked the time, which read seven PM. Food time! I felt my stomach grumble as I thought about the delicious Italian cuisine I could be eating. 

Standing up from the bed, I walked around the bed and to the closed bathroom door. I knocked on it calling, "Andrew? Are you in there?"

But I got no answer, so I opened it and it was in the same condition as it was when we left for Augusto. He must be out getting ice for the room or something.

Upon thinking of Augusto, I remembered the dresses. The horrendous dress of Mandy's and the, might I say, awesome wedding dress of mine. I can't believe I already have a dress when I haven't even been proposed to. Let alone even have a boyfriend.

I turned back around and saw them both hanging from the closet door. I never thought I'd be going home with two dresses. Including one of my own. Mandy would never believe it. There's going to be a lot of explaining to do when I get back, none of which includes telling her that I ripped the dress.

Slowly I shuffled to the dresses, and unzipped one of the bags, which turned out to be mine. I reached through the bag and felt the fabric of the dress.  It had a silky organza feeling that made me feel warm and fuzzy inside in a weird way. The dress was mine, and it made me happy. There was no way in hell I was going to destroy this one as well, so I decided to zip the bag back up and hang it up in the closet. I put Mandy's in there, too just for good measure.

When I came back out from the closet I noticed one of those hotel note pads on the desk with words scribbled on it. Even from the distance of six feet, I could tell that it was Andrew's messy handwriting. I curiously walked over to it and picked it up. It read:

Hey sleepyhead, finally wake up? Put on your fanciest outfit and come meet me up at the roof top garden.

 

Sincerely, the sexiest person in the whole wide world (apart from you, of course): Andy

 

Ps. There will be food.

You know me. Food and a garden on a roof? No way I could say no to that. I cheerily jumped up into the air, and put the note back on the table, running to my suitcase. This sounded like a perfect idea.

My fanciest outfit was a silky, short baby blue dress with black lace along the very bottom and top, and a silky ribbon along the waist. It reached just a little bit above the knee. I brought it just in case we decided to go somewhere really nice, so I guess this was a good night for it. I pulled it out of the suitcase carefully, not wanting to rip any of the fragile fabric.