7.
The next morning Jennifer woke in her bed at the hotel. She slowly opened her eyes, shading them from the sun streaming through the windows. She yawned and stretched, snuggling into the blanket, still drowsy.
Jennifer suddenly sat straight up, wide awake, looking around the room. Confused at first, she started to remember the events of the previous evening. The dress, the masks. She remembered Eve and Ivy. And Will.
Her confusion grew when she couldn’t find the dress, or any of the rest of the outfit. How had she gotten back here? She now stood in the middle of the room, turning in slow circles trying to piece it together. Wandering into the bathroom, she splashed cold water on her face and slowly went over the whole night in her mind.
Okay, the tub she remembered. And the wine.
Back in the bedroom she spotted the hairbrush on the nightstand. She remembered that too, but there was no evidence that she had left this room and gone to any party. No dress, no shoes, no nothing. Had she dreamt the entire thing in a post orgasm sleep deprived state?