Grand hotel

I was in a car. B was driving. He was driving confidently on a busy road with lots of intersections. Even so he took a wrong turn. I could tell, but didn't say. We ended up in front of a grand hotel. I realised that I was wearing just a nightdress and my feet were bare. I wondered how I could go into the hotel so inadequately dressed. Then I decided that I should just walk in as if I was completely confident.