Cabin Glow: A New Adult and College Romance (The Billionaire Romance Redemption Series Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page A

bring the items inside for you. Is that alright, ma’am?”
    “Yes, of course.”
    Abby opened the front door, and the two walked back to the black van parked in one of the visitor spots. It didn’t dawn on her they were going to bring back seven or eight rolling racks, with what she guessed was probably a couple hundred pieces of clothing. And she thought that was it, but was wrong. The man went back to the van and returned with two large leather trunks.
    “Is all of this for me?”
    “Yes, Ma’am,” Marie answered. “Mr. Carrington wasn’t sure of your size, so we have a few more racks of the same items in the van. If you have an hour or two, we can do most of the fittings here at your place.”
    “Sure. So what are in those?” Abby asked as Dirk wheeled another two chests inside.
    “Shoes and accessories to go with the clothes, ma’am.”
    By the time they brought everything into the living room, there was barely any space to move around. Marie offered to help her with the fitting, while Dirk prepared the pieces with their shoe and accessory options. They used her bedroom as a fitting room, and Dirk cleared off a rack so it could hold each change of clothes outside her bedroom door. The two had no problem making themselves comfortable around her apartment, and had even moved the sofa off to one side to make room for everything. Abby took the hint, and sat at the dining table to stay out of their way as they prepared.
    “Where do you want me to start?”
    “Come with me.” Maria held an arm out to point to the bedroom door. Two outfits were laid out on her bed, with several shoe and jewelry options beside each. There were also three bundles hanging on the freed up rack outside her door—the staging area of sorts, with more outfits to try.
    Maria must have done this hundreds of times before. She made Abby strip down to her bra and panties, and off they went. Two and a half hours later, Abby had tried on and picked out about one-third of the pieces. Marie held on to seven or eight dresses that needed to be altered, and Dirk looked to be in his element all the way through.
    As her closet didn’t have much closet space to begin with, they left a few racks behind. They also left a completely stocked leather chest, neatly packed with about twenty four pairs of shoes and boots, as well as scarves, fashion jewelry, and belts. Abby flopped down on her bed when they were gone, smiling as she looked as her new, upgraded get-ups. She was certain she would never need to shop for clothes ever again, given everything that was hanging on those racks for her. From Andrew.

Chapter Four
    ABBY locked up and went outside to meet the waiting limousine. Andrew had sent a message earlier. He was stuck in a meeting, and sent his driver to pick her up for dinner. She arrived in front of the hotel where he was staying. Its main floor boasted one of the top steakhouse restaurants in San Francisco and she was looking forward to seeing him.
    The driver helped her out of the limousine. One of the bellmen opened the door for her to enter the hotel. She hadn’t been one for lounging in upscale hotels or restaurants, so she wasn’t sure what to expect. The lobby area took her breath away. Cathedral ceilings, marble pillars and granite everything welcomed her as she walked in.
    She asked one of the men at the bell desk to point her in the direction of the restaurant. He insisted on taking her there so she wouldn’t get lost. Boy, was she glad she said yes. The place was immense. He had told her the restaurant was at the far end of the hotel and offered views of the bay and the Golden Gate Bridge. He wasn’t kidding when he said the far end—it was so far, she thought she may have seen JFK airport on the way there.
    Eventually, he pointed to the doors of the restaurant and wished her a good evening. Checking the time, she saw she was still early. She wondered whether Andrew had already arrived. She was about to text him when she felt