That night, long after the last of the guests had left for their rooms, Andrew and I returned to the presidential suite to find that the staff had decorated it in preparation for our stay.
All the décor, right down to the bed sheets, had been switched out for matching red and gold pieces. The lights had been dimmed, and candles were lit all throughout the suite. Rose petals had been scattered on the bed and in the hot tub, and bouquets had been tastefully placed at select locations.
I inhaled deeply of the vanilla scent being dispensed by the diffusers hidden behind the various dressers. I removed my train and placed it gingerly on the nearby loveseat. Suddenly, a pair of hands came to my back and started to unzip my dress.
I glimpsed over my shoulder and smiled at Andrew as he helped m
