Elegant Stories

The early evening sky was aglow with subtle hues of lavender and blue, and the air had a frosty chill as I steered the Benz into the entrance of the underground parking lot at the Grand Hotel thirty minutes before I was to meet Mr. Sebastian in the lobby. "Evening, madam," the valet said as he walked to the driver's door. He opened the door for me, and as I slipped out, his eyes traveled up from my white stilettos across...