Don’t. You. Dare.
Logan
*GIF of kid whistling and twiddling his thumbs*
Lucas
Fine. We’ll let it slide.
Logan
This time.
Liesel
I will kill you both in your sleep.
Lucas
*gif of man yawning*
We’re going to drive to look at lights on Sunday, Lee. You coming?
Liesel
Not sure. Juliet may have a dress fitting.
Logan
You said that after Halloween when we wanted to put up the tree, and we still haven’t done it.
Liesel
Sorry guys. Things are just really busy.
Checking in at the hotel. Gotta run.
I drop my phone into my bag, feeling sick.
I loved ripping on Cooper with them.
Ihatetalking about Christmas with them.
I spin one of my earrings while I wait for the front desk clerk to call me forward and pull up my reservation.
“Ms. Fischer,” she says with a big smile, “I’m pleased to tell you that you’ve been upgraded to the Owner’s Suite. All incidentals have been covered.”
I shake my head and show her my ID. “No, I think you have me mistaken for someone else. I’m Liesel Fischer.”
The clerk smiles. “I know who you are, Lisa.”
“Liesel,” I correct her. The number of times I’ve been called Lisa instead of Liesel reaches into the hundreds. The sweet old gossip who used to live in my apartment complex always called me Lisa, and for a while, Juliet was the only person in the entire building who knew my real name. Including her freaking fiancé.
“My mistake. But youhavebeen upgraded, Ms. Fischer,” she says, her tone not remotely apologetic. “Here’s your key card. Your private elevator is through the hallway behind the desk.”
What is happening? I push my ID back across the counter, knocking a gold garland off. I scramble to pick it back up. It’s been a long day, and I’m eager to get into my room. But the Owner’s Suitecan’tbe my room. “You don’t understand. I’m not a VIP. I’m front office staff for the Chicago Firebirds. I’m here for a staff retreat. Business meetings.”
“I understand your confusion, Ms. Fischer. Mr. Cruz contacted us personally and insisted that you take the suite. He left a note to say if you have any problems or concerns, he’ll be happy to ... ‘send his fiancée to clear up the confusion.’”
