14

LAYLA

09/60

THURSDAY.

"Why did you book a suite?"

"Why do you care if I booked a suite? You get a roof, air conditioning, and good food. You should say thank you."

"Because I wanted individual rooms. Now I have to stay in a suite with you!"

The receptionist eyed both of us, glaring at me for yelling at him. Oh, the Smith charm.

"Technically, Penelope and Quentin will be there. Why are you so agitated?"

"I want you as far away as possible. Why did you book a suite? It's not as though the funds were limited,"

"There were no single rooms available for all four of us. Now that I think of it, maybe I should've booked for two since Penelope and Quentin are sharing then let you sleep in the curbs."

He trussed, grinning in a way that showed he considered it.

"There are tons of hotels, Aiden."

"Then maybe this is my way of messing with you. Don’t be grumpy, Freckles."

"Your room is door number two. I'm on door number one."

I snare, storming off into the suite with the attendant pulling my bag