She's all alone and the hem of her dress had been tucked under one of the trays.

(chapter originally by halofan6743 at writing.com)

Mackenzie's sighed in relief, happy to be met with the sight of blue fabric. She was similarly pleased, though someone confused and worried, to find that she was alone in the room. Whoever had been in there either got their full of the view, or had booked it when they saw her backing up, because instead of a hand holding onto her dress, the hem had simply been tucked under one of the silver platters, now moved closer to the edge of the table. Picking herself up off the gross carpet, Mackenzie went to reclaim her dress and redress, when she found...