“Towels! Are there towels?”
This girl didn’t need towels. The set did. Candice was beyond need.
Emma took off her sweatshirt and handed it to the Stage Manager. There were no towels.
That was yesterday. Today she didn’t leave her room at the Marriott.
But she was okay.
There was knocking, --”House Keeping! I have the towels you ordered.”
Emma stepped over three sets of clean towels to open the door. The maid handed her another clean set.