Vanessa pulled the bag gently out of my grip.

She draped it over her arm like a fragile antique.

“Look, she’s just trying to help,” Ethan said.

He handed the valet a folded twenty and turned back to the cars.

I watched Vanessa walk through the heavy glass doors of the lobby.

She held the white dress high above the marble floor.

Thomas Gable stood near the front desk.

He adjusted his suit lapels as Vanessa approached him.