Later that night, Bree sat on the edge of the bed in her hotel room, thinking about the excitement of the day, preparing to go to sleep. She and her bandmates had had a great time at dinner. St. Louis was known for its Italian food, so they’d gone to an area known as The Hill to eat the famous toasted ravioli at Mama’s. It was so good, Bree had eaten until her stomach was about to burst. She’d probably had one glass too much of wine as well.
It wasn’t particularly late. Some of the others had stayed behind to enjoy some of the clubs in the area, but she’d wanted to come back to the room. The others had tried to talk her into staying since they didn’t have to be at the venue until the next evening. But there was a lot to see and do in St. Louis, and she hoped to be able to get up early to do some of those things with her any of her friends who weren’t too tired or hungover. And Trent, once he arrived. She had no idea when she might be back to this historic city.
