Diana stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the cream dress she'd retrieved from the floor.
Her hair was still damp from the shower, falling in loose waves past her shoulders.
She'd finger-combed it as best she could, but there was only so much that could be done without proper tools.
She looked presentable. Mostly.
Liam sat on the edge of the bed, already dressed.
Black shirt, grey pants. Simple. He watched her check herself in the mirror one more time, her fingers adjusting the thin gold bracelet on her wrist.
"We should get some food," Diana said, turning to face him. "If you really want me to thank you properly, there should be a place around here we can sit down and eat."
Liam tilted his head slightly. "Why don't we just order something here?"
She smiled, but there was something knowing in it. "Because if we stay in this room and wait for food to arrive, we're not going to eat it."
He raised an eyebrow.
