Elena stood in front of the full-length mirror in her hotel room, scowling at her reflection, frustration mounting with every passing second, her suitcase wide open, a battlefield of dresses, shoes, and accessories scattered around her like casualties of war. “Nothing fits. Nothing works. I look like a college girl trying to impress her boss,” she muttered to herself.Three discarded outfits lay strewn across the bed, a silk blouse and slacks that made her look like she was heading to a boardroom, a sundress that felt too casual, and a jumpsuit that had seemed like a good idea until she’d put it on. “Why didn’t I pack something classier? Sexier? Fancier?” She felt like crying at that moment.She held up a silky blue off-shoulder dress, frowned, and tossed it too back on the bed.“Too much,” she muttered, running her fingers through her curls. “Why do I even care what I wear? It’s not like it’s a date.”But even as she said the words, her pulse quickened. The idea of going sightseeing
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