One last glance around the room I barely used, and I let the door slam shut behind me as I wheel my suitcase down to the lobby. I take the elevator ride to double check my messages. Not surprisingly, they’re all from the family group chat.
Hayley:
Has anyone heard from Tristan?
Palmer:
Not since last night when she found the dress I slipped into her bag.
Mads:
Oooooh, which dress?
Palmer:
The white one you ordered from that online boutique.
Mads:
The one that didn’t cover my ass?
Joey:
Ass or tits. You had to pick one. Lol. That thing was microscopic.
Palmer:
Like Tristan!
Hayley:
I liked that one!
Mads:
Me too, that’s why I held onto it.
Joey:
Now Tristan can hold on to it.
TRISTAN! SEND US A PICTURE IF YOU HAVE ONE!
Hayley:
I thought they had to catch the bus at eight. No one’s heard from her?
Joey:
Maybe she’s sleeping in. She could use the vacation.
Palmer:
Hopefully, she got laid.
Mads:
By who? One of the players? Ew.