Vinny collects the car.

Vinny had set an early alarm the next morning to get a quick cardio and core session in at the hotel gym. It had been a routine he followed in his boxing career and while he no longer had the 4 or 5 percent body fat that he used to have, he still didn’t want to lose the visable abs the girls always loved. He was just leaving the gym with a sweat towel over one shoulder when he ran into one of the other groomsmen Christopher coming the other way.

Glancing at his watch Vinny told him, “bit late in the day for a workout now isn’t it?”

“You are the last person I want to see at this time of the day and piss off man! My work outs are twice what yours are,” Christopher glowered back.

“Guess we’ll never know if you keep showing up late all the time,” Vince hit back shrugging as he kept walking.

Vinny returned to his room to shower and get dressed for the day before heading down to grab some toast and a black coffee from the hotel restaurant.

Just as he was about to leave his room his phone started to vibrate and a text message from Alexa popped up. Opening it he read the simple message of ‘Pack a rug’. Not knowing what it meant but knowing enough of Alexa to go through with her whims he searched his room and the closest he could find was a spare knitted type blanket in the cupboards. Packing it into his emptied gym bag, Vinny threw it over his shoulder and set off.

The address of the car hire place was across the other side of the city so Vinny had the staff at the reception ring him a taxi. Vinny was really looking forward to getting his hands on the wheel of the beautiful classic car Alexa and Daniel had organised for their wedding. At the rental place, the owner of the car apologied once again for the inconvience of the whole situation and told Vinny he nedant rush returning the car tomorrow. The kindly enough fellow took a photocopy of Vinny’s drivers license and then took him out back to the rear of the premises to show him the car.

The car itself was breathtaking. A pearl white 1958 Jaguar Mark IX with sea salt grey leather interiors. The lines of the vehicle were graceful and exhibited a timeless elegance. Keys in hand Vinny fired up the Jaguar and listened the powerfully contained roar as the engine came to life. It was a dream come true to turn it out onto the main roads and feel it come to life as he dropped his foot on the accelerator. Vinny took the long way back to the hotel loving every minute of his time at the wheel.

When he was about 15 minutes from the hotel his phone once again vibrated in his pocket. Again he received a text from Alexa saying, ‘Pick me up from the hairdressers’ and an address attached. The link to the hairdresser was about another 10 minutes away but didn’t take him any further from the hotel. Vinny replied that he was on his way and would be there soon.

Why does Alexa want to be picked up and what was the rug for?