Pam closed the door behind her, pressing her forehead against the cool, wooden door, her hands clutching the knob like it was a lifeline. Her face felt like it was on fire. While it didn't appear anyone had noticed, she felt like she had worn her school girl crush on her sleeve for all to see. It was bad enough that her mild infatuation with Steve came out for all to see on Monday when they were sharing drinks at the bar, getting to know each other a little better. Even though she had been sitting with a group of people with known psychic powers, she hadn't actually expected Cathy's gift to work. Now everyone knew that she liked Steve. At least they were kind enough not to mention it again.
Pam walked over to her bed where she had tossed her weekend travel bag earlier. She had helped clean up the late luncheon snack they'd had earlier and for her efforts, she'd ended up with a large glob of it dripping down her outfit. She had wiped it off as much as possible so as to finish the tour Joyce had planned, but as soon as they were done, she had excused herself to her room in order to wash the stain out and change into another outfit for dinner.
Pulling out her nightdress, she quickly changed, carefully folding her dinner dress over the back of one of the large overstuffed chairs in her room. Glancing at where she had hung the other garment, she moved over to inspect it. Seeing only a very light discoloration, she hoped it was merely because it was still damp and hoped that it would be gone in the morning. They were expected to remain until Monday morning, Joyce having taken advantage of the extended holiday weekend, and Pam only had two outfits packed, in addition to what she had worn to the house.
She had done well in putting on her floral print dress for dinner, what with the impromptu dance session that had commenced. She couldn't imagine doing all that twirling and spinning in her former outfit. When she had realized what was happening and saw Nick pull Rachel into a fast-paced dance, she had stayed close to Steve hoping he would ask her to dance, as Joyce had been busy paying for the pizza. She had been slightly disappointed when Vic had claimed the dance with her instead, but her misgivings had rapidly faded away once he got going. She wasn't very adept at swing dancing, but once Vic really got going, she found it incredibly easy to match his pace and before she knew it, he was spinning her around and around, and she was having more fun than she'd had in a while. When she'd seen Steve dancing with Annie—in the air no less!—she hadn't felt even the tiniest twinge of jealousy. Annie was enjoying herself and Pam rather liked seeing her all smiles and dancing eyes. In fact, she was quite certain she wasn't the only one with a crush on the dashing heir of the Rimbauer name and squandered fortune. Cathy and Joyce had watched the festivities with delight on their faces, not at all appearing upset at not having dance partners. Emery had quickly carried the pizza and soda back into the billiard room, but he at least had the good manners to wait for the others before he dug in.
She sighed as she climbed into the large bed, feeling much like a princess in such luxuriant, yet terrifying, surroundings. She remembered how butterflies had run rampant in her stomach as she had latched onto Steve's arm when April Rimbauer made her second appearance in front of the group. It was really too bad that he and Joyce seemed to be romantically involved. Pam had barely been conscious of what she had done and had moved awkwardly away from him as everyone else's eyes had been glued to April. Even he hadn't been aware of what she had done. She groaned in frustration. Why do matters of the heart have to be so complicated?