Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Pulling the key card out, I place it against the door, and the green light instantly appears, the door clicking open. I push it all the way open and step inside, letting the door close on its own while I take in my surroundings.
This isn’t a room. It’s a goddamn apartment. The living room is almost the same size as mine at home, and the kitchen is sleek with state-of-the-art appliances.
I leave my luggage in the foyer and go on a quick tour, finding there are two gorgeous, massive bedrooms and two full-size bathrooms—one of them complete with a Jacuzzi tub that could fit five people.
When I pull the curtain open in what appears to be the master bedroom, I’m hit with the most stunning view of London, making my heart swell. It’s been over a year since I’ve been here, and I didn’t realize how much I needed to see this to remind myself that despite the bad that’s happened here, it’s still the place my mom loved. The last place I felt like was home. And I’m not going to let shitty situations, like my dad moving us away or John screwing my ex-friend, ruin the magic my mom felt here.
I unlock the French doors and step outside, inhaling the crisp, fresh air. It’s almost ten, so the sun is shining, helping to warm the chill in the air.
“I miss you, Mom,” I murmur, hoping she can hear me.
I stand on the terrace for several minutes, taking in the city, and decide that I’m going to make the most out of this trip. It might be the end of a chapter in my life, but it’s also the start of a new one.
But first, I need to get the room mix-up handled. I find the phone and dial the front desk, hoping they can find me a different room. While I appreciate what Nate did, I can’t afford to stay here for five nights.
“Good morning, Miss Abrams. My name is Jennifer at the front desk. What can I help you with?”
“Hello,” I say, already missing the room before I’ve even lost it. I mean, can you blame me?
After what I witnessed this morning, the perfect way to start my next chapter would be in style. Hell, if John’s card was the one on file, I might’ve considered keeping it…
I know. I know. That’s immature and petty, and I need to be the bigger person. Sigh.
“I think there’s been a mix-up,” I begrudgingly tell the woman. “I’m in room 1901, but it’s the penthouse, and I booked a standard room with a king.”
“According to the notes, you’ve been upgraded,” Jennifer says sweetly.
“Yes, I can see that. However, I can’t afford the upgrade. So, I need to be moved into a standard room, please.”
Please let there be a standard room available, I plead silently.
“Hmm, can you please give me one moment while I look into this?”
“Of course.”
The music starts up, and I wait patiently. I probably should’ve gone down there since I’m going to have to anyway to get my correct key card—unless this is the only room available, which is how Nate got me a room after I was told they were completely booked.
Damn it, that’s probably what happened.
I’m about to hang up and go down to the lobby when Jennifer comes back on the line.
“Miss Abrams?”
“Yes, I’m here.”
“Great. So, I have good news. The price of the penthouse was overridden, and you will only be charged the price you were given for a standard room. Is there anything else I can help you with?”
“Umm, no,” I say in shock, having no clue how this happened. “Are you sure?” I ask because if this is a mix-up and I’m charged for this suite, it’s going to get declined because there’s no way my credit card limit is enough to cover the bill.
“Yes, ma’am. If you check your email, we’ve sent you an updated invoice with the free upgrade.”
“Okay, thank you.”
I hang up and check my email, and sure enough, it’s there, in black and white.
“Well then,” I say to myself, looking around at my room with new eyes. “Should I take a bath or visit my favorite parts of London first?”
I glance outside. “London first, relax after.”
After changing into fresh clothes, hanging the rest of my wardrobe in the closet, and calling Ana to update her on everything, I head down to the lobby so I can start exploring. I have two days before I have to deal with the wedding, and I’m going to enjoy them.
Besides, it’s Valentine’s Day! And there are very few places more romantic than London. Who knows? Maybe I’ll meet a gorgeous Brit I can get under to help me get over my cheating ex.
I’m stepping out of the elevator when I spot the gentleman from earlier. Wanting to thank him again, I call out his name, and he turns his head, his masculine features morphing into the most devastatingly beautiful smile.