It is said that there is a time in everyone's life when they must let go of everything they know and take a chance on something so tiny it can only be described as a miracle.
The room, full of steam, every edge soften by the all consuming fog. Water dripped from the ends of her hair, trailing down her back, landing on the floor as she stepped from the shower. Each step leaving a footprint behind its owner on the cold tiled floor. Pale flesh wrapped in a white towel set off by hair. Cascading down her back in long dark ringlets.
The plush carpet made a welcome break for her feet from the cold of the en suite floor. It was clear, as she stepped into her room, that the maid had not been into clean yet. Her possessions lying haphazardly over most surfaces. The clothes she'd worn the previous night on the floor in a crumpled pile of pale pink silk and lace. Her mother would be livid if she knew. She smirked at the thought after the torture of the previous night.
She shifted uncomfortably in the tight pink silk. Her mother had been very insistent about her wearing the pale pink frilly dress that had been bought for her. Laced up the back and edged with lace, with matching cardigan and pink Mary Janes. Apparently she looked like a proper young lady, at least according to her mother and father she did. She shifted again trying work how was going to last the night wearing this. "Alexis, sit still and stop fidgeting," her mother hissed from the seat on her right. She glanced to her left at her father who was rifling through his briefcase, preparing for their dinner guests to arrive.
As was normal for most of her parents business dinners, she had had to sit there in whichever restaurant had been decided on and be quiet, except if she was asked a question. Last night it had been Sushi High Roller. Which according to the talk her parents had given her before arriving, was their associate's favourite restaurant. "Yeah right," she muttered angrily to herself, grabbing the dress from the floor and throwing it in the closet. She new about her parents' ulterior motives. The owner of Sushi High Roller had a son, around her own age, who would inherit a considerable sum along with the entire business once his father died. A perfect match for her in her mother and father's eyes. She'd been introduced to him a few times. He was total and utter prat! But of course her parents couldn't care less. Her father only cared about his latest business deals and as for her mother, as long as everything was fashionable, she was happy.
She stepped over a pile of cream coloured cushions lying on the floor and picked up the discarded mass of blonde hair, which partially still resembled a wig. She'd worn this wig everyday for the past year and a half while out in public or in the company of her mother and father. It had started a few years ago when her mother had taken her to Coiffure Clips to get her hair done, after watching the premier of Diantha's latest film, A Passionate Affair of the Heart. Since Diantha had dyed her hair light brown for the part and had kept the colour. Her mother had insisted that her daughter get the same hair colour, as 'it was in style'. Of course as was typical with her mother, opinions changed and apparently she looked better as a blonde because it didn't make her look washed out. "Fashion changes over time you must always stay a step ahead of it," her mother had said to her every other day since that trip to Salon.
The hotel door clicked open, she wasn't expecting anyone. Soft footsteps could be heard crossing the plush carpet in the lounge. Whoever was out there was definitely trying their best to be silent. She quickly shed the towel and pulled on a pale blue cotton bath gown, intending on confronting the intruder. However no one was there, the room was empty, except for a pile of freshly ironed clothes lying on one of the armchairs and a small, folded piece of paper on the coffee table nearby. She took the garment on top and held it up, it looked to be part of the uniform that the Junior attendants wore. The card nearby read, "This should be your size. Put it on and go down to room 307, after dark. Use this to let yourself in. Good Luck. KJL." Attached to the inside of the note was a Key Card. She detached the key, leaving the hotel without being seen by anyone, this was going to be fun.