Chapter 11: Grace

When I wake the next morning, the blazing sun streams in through the unadorned windows. As the rays slant across my face, I roll over, clutching the pillow to me.

I feel... absolutely marvelous. Which is surprising, because I drank my fair share last night.

The party was fantastic. I make a mental note to call Dominic later and thank him again for everything. I don't think the evening could have been more perfect. And I really enjoyed meeting all his friends and colleagues.

Maybe he'll be able to set aside a little time this week to meet for lunch. We've always been close, but since my parents died, we've become even closer. It's nice living near him again. Nice to know that if I want to drop by at a moment's notice, I'm only forty-five minutes away.

Just as I'm about to snuggle into the blankets and go back to sleep, my eyes shoot open as I remember in vivid Technicolor what transpired on the terrace last night.

Oh my God!

Did I seriously do that?