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the floor. She quickly picks up the girl’s bags and bustles off to find the concierge.  
    My eyes float back to the black-haired beauty. She is standing there talking with the sales lady, and she must be ready to try something on because she takes off the light jacket she is wearing. The tank top she has on underneath is a deep purple, and as soon as she turns to hand her jacket to the sales lady, I see it: the blue, purple, and silvery heart and stars on her shoulder.  
    "It can't be," I mutter. My knees are growing weak, and then I realize I'm actually shaking as she continues turning around until her back is to me. And there, staring back at me, are the purple fairy wings from LAX.  

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    I have been pampered with a manicure, a pedicure, and some much-needed waxing. My in-suite massage was out of this world, and I'm now dressed in the teal blue halter mini dress that I bought from Versace. The dress is accented by the matching Lady Peep Crocos from Louboutin that I purchased specifically for this outfit. The dress is extremely short and barely covers the lace top thigh highs, garters, and suspenders. The dress is comfortable and makes me feel sexy and confident. Stepping into the shoes has really completed the look, and my legs feel long and sleek. Ready to be shown off.  
    Examining myself in the mirror, I find that I'm dressed to impress, though I'm not sure who I intend to impress on this night. But I'm on vacation, after all, and it's my first night out. Something good has to come from tonight, right?
    After finishing my hair and makeup, I head downstairs toward the bar. I pass first through the little casino. It contains a few blackjack tables, roulette, poker, and a good handful of slot machines. It surprises me that it's so empty. I smile. The privacy of this island is really showing its colors tonight.  
    But as I reach the far side of the room and begin to enter the bar, I quickly realize that this is where most of the crowd seems to be tonight. I pass by the muscular blond man I saw yesterday in the hall. He is standing in a corner, overlooking the bar. Maybe he's hotel security.  
    The room is huge, consisting of several high top tables, booths, a dance floor, and a stage that’s in the process of being set up for a band. The sign next to the stage says, "Country Junkies Live, Friday June 8 th at 10 p.m." In front of the stage is a huge wooden dance floor. Pink's "Bad Influence" is playing over the sound system.There are all manner of people in here, from suits and cocktail dresses to jeans and t-shirts. You name it, it’s in this bar. It’s easy to separate the locals from the tourists. I chuckle to myself, knowing that I am obviously a tourist, but I feel separate from them. I don't see any other women with black and blue hair who are tattooed and pierced like I am.
    Heads turn in my direction as I walk up to the bar. I notice a pretty big group of men and women dressed in suits. Banker types. Wow, nice company to work for if you have conferences on a private island. I finally walk up to the bartender, who eyes my shoulders and smiles. Apparently he appreciates tattoos, because he asks for my drink order in a voice that I'm pretty sure is meant to be seductive. Strange, I've never noticed a reaction like his before.

PART FIVE

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    "It's her," I breath. My muse, my sign – she's walking into the bar.  
    I’m pretty sure I’ve stopped breathing. She gracefully makes a beeline for the bar, despite the five-inch heels she’s wearing. My guess is that, without them, she’s a full foot shorter than I am. She has on a very short teal dress that fastens at the back of the neck, under her ponytail.
    When she walks her ponytail doesn't move; her posture is nearly perfect. She has an air of authority about her. She is not going to let her height and small frame fool people, and she commands the attention of every man in the bar as she starts