“With the guests, you mean?” Molly asked.
“Guest, singular. She checked in alone with no luggage... and no new husband in tow.”
Grace’s forehead crinkled. “That is weird.”
“I’d assumed her husband was parking the car and bringing in the luggage. But he never came in. And anyway, if they hired me to be their driver for the week, they wouldn’t have a car with them at all.”
“Are you sure she’s our honeymooner?” Molly asked. “I hope you didn’t just accidentally let out their room to a guest off the street after they rented the whole place.”
“Of course not. The name on her credit card was Mia something—her maiden name I’m sure. And to make things weirder she just called down and asked if we had another room.”
“For her?” Grace asked.
“Yes, for her.”
“That’s our best room.”
“Well, get the other rooms cleaned tomorrow,” Levi said. “I’ll offer her one of those tomorrow if she still wants to switch.”
Molly bristled at his bossy tone.
They couldn’t afford to lose the money this couple had paid. And they sure couldn’t afford a bunch of negative publicity from a rich power couple.
“If the suite isn’t good enough,” Grace said, “she’s not going to be satisfied with the other rooms anyway.”
Levi shook his head. “Something strange is going on. Did you handle all the special requests?”
Molly gave him an affronted look. “Of course I did. The room is perfect. These aren’t our first honeymooners.”
“Maybe her groom got detained back home by an emergency or something and will be joining her later,” Grace said.
“Or maybe he’s coming later tonight,” Molly said. “Maybe he just had to stop at the store for something.”
“Well...” Levi said, still trying to shake the memory of the woman’s vulnerable eyes. “It’s really none of our business anyway.”
“What about the breakfast in bed?” Molly asked.
“What about it?” Levi pushed back, thinking of the pile of bills he needed to sort through. “They paid for it, so we need to follow through.”
Especially since the money the couple had paid for the stay was long gone.
five
A sound woke Mia. It took her a moment to realize where she was, and when she did her heart sank. Morning light filtered through the slit in the heavy drapes. The bucket of champagne and vase of roses were still in place, their floral fragrance perfuming the room. But the velvety red petals now lined the bottom of the bathroom waste bin.
The smell of cinnamon in the air made her stomach give a hearty growl. She hadn’t eaten since breakfast yesterday.
A tap sounded on the door, and she realized that was the sound that had woken her. It seemed too early for housekeeping. She’d just ask them to return later.
She crawled from bed, grabbed the thick white robe from the armoire, and slipped it on. She caught a glimpse of herself as she passed the mirror. Her long thick hair was a snarled mess, and she had a pillow crease running across her cheek. Surprising, since she hadn’t thought she’d lain still long enough for one to form.
She pulled the door open a crack.
A young girl, maybe college-aged, smiled back at her. Her blond hair was pulled back from her pretty face, and she was holding a tray of food.
“Yes?” Mia said.
“Good morning. I have your room service order.”
