Her oxfords had been laced, her lips rouged, and after a final peep in the mirror, she flung open the door.
“I’m terribly sorry,” said the man in the hallway, hand poised to knock and a bewildered look on his face.
“For what?”
“I…” He smoothed his hair and tugged his tie straight. “I’m terribly sorry to disturb you, but it seems our mail was misdelivered. Poor record keeping. I’ve yet to stay at a hotel without appalling records.”
There was a pause, each watching the other expectantly, until the man in the hallway cleared his throat and continued.
“I was awaiting some letters, but I received this instead.” He tugged a rumpled envelope from his suit pocket. “Is it yours?”
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~ R. E. Rule
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Beautiful story. It left feeling good about everything. Thank you!
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Aww, I’m so glad! Thanks for reading!
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What are the odds of finding love with the mail 🙂 This is a cheerful and delightful story!
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So glad you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading 😊
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