All Chapters of 21 Days In The Hockey Captain's Bed : Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

Yennifer stretched her arms above her head, letting out a small yawn as she slowly opened her eyes.For a moment, she remained still, enjoying the warmth of the sheets before she turned towards the other side of the bed, expecting to see George, but instead it was empty.She blinked, but George was nowhere to be seen.Then she glanced at the bedside clock before sitting up. It was a little after eight.Perhaps he's downstairs. She thought. Pushing the duvet aside, she climbed out of bed and headed into the bathroom.After showering, she put on a pair of comfortable jeans and a loose blouse, tied her hair into a ponytail, and headed downstairs.The first person she spotted was Eleanor, seated in the living room with her exercise mat spread out in front of her.“Good morning, Grandma!” Eleanor looked up from the stretch she was attempting.“Rose! Good morning, darling.”Yennifer approached and kissed her cheek.“Exercising, I see?”“Trying to. Apparently, my body has decided that gettin

“I completely forgot.”Chloe laughed. “How do you forget an event you're supposed to attend? An event filled with almost all the A-list celebrities in New York!"“I haven't forgotten exactly. I just haven't thought about what I'm going to wear to the gala. I haven't attended one before”“Then we need to fix that. Good thing you have me.” Chloe said, causing Yennifer to look at her suspiciously. “Why do I feel like this is going to cost me?”“Because looking good is a serious business, darling. But for now, we need to head back to work before they fire our asses.” They both laughed as they hurried back to work***Four hours later, after the close of work, both found themselves perusing more than five clothing stores already. Their search was taking longer than either of them expected.They visited several boutiques, examining dresses, rejecting colours, and trying on a few options that didn't quite feel right. Left for Yennifer, she would have chosen one in under an hour, but unfortun

By the time evening settled over Manhattan, the hotel hosting the charity gala had come alive.It was one of those grand Manhattan hotels that seemed designed to remind everyone who entered that they were standing somewhere important.Tall glass doors opened into a marble lobby glowing beneath enormous crystal chandeliers. Waiters moved quietly between elegantly dressed guests, carrying champagne and wine. Security stood discreetly along the walls while photographers gathered near the entrance, waiting for the night's most recognizable names.Inside the ballroom, round tables dressed in white linen filled the enormous space. Gold candlelight flickered from the centrepieces, while towering floral arrangements rose from crystal vases.At the far end of the room stood a beautifully decorated stage. Tonight's event was being held to raise funds for Silver Mercy School for Deaf Girls.And judging by the crowd, some of the wealthiest and most influential people in New York had come prepared