Vanessa walked back to the doorway.

She held the heavy bottle of wine by the neck in her left hand.

She reached out with her right hand and pulled me into a warm hug.

She smelled like ocean salt and mint.

“You deserve this,” Vanessa said.

She squeezed my shoulders tight and stepped back into her own room.

“I just want tomorrow to be the best day of your life,” she said.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” I said.