There was a knock on the door just as Alice was towel-drying her hair. It was sharp and polite, definitely not Travis.
She opened the door cautiously and found Elliot standing there, dressed neatly in a navy button-down, one brow lifted in that calm, professional way of his. Draped over his arm was a sleek black garment bag.
"For you, Mrs. Osborne," he said smoothly. "From Mr. Osborne."
Alice blinked. "He sent me clothes?"
"He insisted. Said to tell you, 'Be ready by seven. No excuses, no complaints.'" Elliot gave her the faintest smirk, then handed over the garment bag. "Also, he said to wear your hair down."
She stared. "He said that?"
Elliot nodded. "Verbatim. Have a lovely evening."
Before she could protest, he pivoted on his heel and left. Alice closed the door and zipped open the garment bag slowly. Her eyes widened.
Red.
