THEE DRESS

Emily had snuck out of Angelo's room while he was fast asleep; their passionate afternoon of lovemaking had rendered him numb from countless rounds. Emily looked at the surroundings of the room that Fiona had occupied, and she felt slightly relieved that she was gone.

Having to tiptoe around Fiona at every turn did exhaust her, but now that she was gone, Emily could breathe a sigh of relief.

"Madam, why are we doing all this so late?" Madam Dorothy questioned Emily as she continued looking around the interior of the room.

"I want to get rid of all traces of Fiona in this room; in fact, I want to forget that she ever existed," Emily confessed. She was being truthful; Emily wanted desperately to have another chapter of her life begin.

"I do not blame you one bit. What should I do with this?" Madam Dorothy asked, showing Emily a white garment bag.

"What is this?" Emily questioned the older woman.