Be the Heroine | Di

There were only two things I wanted: a stiff drink and a bath–in that order.

And nothing was going to stop me. It’d been a week that I’d been out in godforsaken country, nothing but me, dirt, and the occasional wolf that howled to let me know I wasn’t the last creature on earth. I deserved pampering. Before I’d arrived in town, I’d made myself a reservation at the fanciest hotel for one night of luxury before I went out again.

I walked through the hotel doors, intent on the reception.

“Excuse me, miss?”

I turned to find a liveried man beelining toward me, his expression horrified as he stared at my feet.

Looking down to see what had rocked his world, I saw my favorite boots. I could tell he only saw the mud caked on them, as well as the future cleaning bill for the carpet. But when I looked at them, I saw old friends who supported me through the hardest moments of my life. They were my favorites: more so than even the pair of Louboutins I spent a fortune on in Paris.

Before the doorman could say anything, I smiled the smile that made men tongue-tied. “You’re a sight for sore eyes,” I said, holding out my bag. “This is precious and I don’t normally give it up, but I can tell I can trust you to make sure it reaches my room.”

My compliment hit right on target. He blinked, his face flushing. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll personally deliver it.”

“Thank you.” I beamed at him and continued toward the reception. Hopefully, I’d be able to charm someone else to bring me some salted caramel and chocolate to go with my whiskey.

I had a feeling luck would be on my side.

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