Her room was at the other end of the hall from Stan’s. It was quite a ways away, but at least they were on the same floor. Stella explained that they were in different wings. The woman said her name was Stella, she said if she needed anything just to ask. She helped Lucy unpack her clothes. As she hung a few of her things in a massive walk in closet Stella asked her why she hadn’t packed anything dressier. “You’ll be expected to attend functions with Stan and Dean.” Stella said. Lucy looked at her dumbfounded. “They never said anything about that; I just expected to be with Stan all the time.” Stella shook her head and smiled at her. “Don’t worry dear; I’ll take care of everything. What size are you Lucy?” Lucy looked at her questioningly, why would she need to know that? “I am a size eight, why?” Stella just smiled at her. She patted her shoulder and told her she would come back to get her for dinner in a little while. “Try and get some rest dear.”
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