I never hear his phone alarm. He slips out of my room very early and into his own room to get ready for the day.
He has to be on the convention floor by 8am.
I sleep in and lounge with a cup of coffee and debate my shopping expedition.
Looking in the phone book, I find the nearest Shoppe that I think will have something he has desired.
Black suit.
He didn't give any more specs.
I gather my thoughts, take a quick shower, make myself presentable and head downstairs for a taxi.
The Shoppe has assorted suits, many in black leather, and many in satin. It was not a Dillard's, by any means.... but I wasn't after a frumpy suit. I find a low cut, black satin pin stripe suit and matching hat. Also, a red low cut top.
Perfect!
I take the items to the dressing room and decide which type of jewelry it needs.
Knowing that the jewelry will never be seen or noticed, I skip the jewelry and think that Less is More.
Change clothes, check out, and head back to the room.
Grabbing the phone, I call room service to have gourmet lunches package for me when I am ready to leave.
Hair up for the hat, heels from last night, a spritz of perfume and I am ready to turn heads at the convention.
Arriving at the east door, I wander a bit and make my way to the hall. Noticing allot of men in stiff shirts, ties to tight and bad suits, I begin to feel sorry for them. They notice me and I give a small smile and pass them by.
