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</div>Grace’s blue eyes narrowed toward the woman behind the reception desk. She mentally took note of her slicked back dark brunette hair as her uniform seemed to be perfectly in place. The entire situation baffled her as she knew very well the itinerary of her wedding. The planner had made sure to iron out all the details for her special day; this included hotel bookings. She was supposed to be sharing a room with her maid of honor, one of her best friends and not her fiancé’s father. A heavy weight fell on her shoulders as she could feel an incoming headache plaguing her temples. With her suitcase and bags near her, she stood in her black stilettos and adorned in a slim-fitting long-sleeved white satin blouse and dark plaid skirt. The bottom hem of her skirt was ruffled, giving her attire a flirty appearance as it stopped mid-thigh and showing off her smooth, long legs. The V-neck was laced with a black satin fabric, almost mimicking a tie.<br/>
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The 5’9” young woman shifted her weight in her heels as her light brown hair, softly curled, draped over her shoulders as she tried to resolve the problem. <b>“No, that’s impossible! My wedding planner made sure to book me a room with my maid of honor. There’s no way that this could be mixed up. Check your records again, <i>please</i>.”</b> The emphasis on ‘please’ was more of an exasperated tone as she wasn’t sure how to get out of this mess. Not only was it awkward to be sharing the same room with her future husband’s father, but it was outright embarrassing.<br/>
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The woman shook her head as she told her the same news, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">“I’m sorry, ma’am. My records show that you are booked with Manish Bastion. There’s nothing else I can do—my hands are tied because there are no available rooms to switch you or Mr. Bastion.”</span><br/>
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Pressing her lips together, she looked around the hotel and noticed the busy crowd coming in and out of the hotel. Groaning in frustration, she felt anxiety creep up her back and start poking at her chest. What was she supposed to do now?<br/>
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Fortunately, her thoughts were interrupted by her supposed roommate for the evening. Shifting her attention toward Manny, her eyes settled on his as blue met brown. Her feelings locked, almost at a standstill; she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to feel in a situation such as this: embarrassment or relief. <b>“Manny, I’m so glad you’re here. We have a problem.”</b> Casting a side glance toward the receptionist, she tried to explain the situation in a calm manner. However, there were some instances where her emotions caught up to her and the slight annoyance lingered between every syllable. <b>“This <i>receptionist</i> told me that we’re booked together to share a room and there’s nothing that can be done because their hotel is fully booked until tomorrow morning.”</b> Pausing, she let the news settle before adding, <b>“But I know my wedding planner made the arrangements and checked in with me before finalizing things. I don’t know what went wrong or how this happened. I—,”</b> a defeated sigh fell from her lips as she shrugged her shoulders, unsure what to do.<br/>
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Looking toward her future father-in-law, she had hoped he’d find a solution that would be bearable for both of them. It was difficult enough trying to explain the situation to him and even harder to explain to her future husband why she had to share a room with his father on the week of their wedding. Before Manny could give some relief to the situation, Grace thought to ask the inevitable, <b>“Fine, let’s say we’re okay with the idea of sharing a room—there’s at least <i>two</i> beds, right?”</b><br/>
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The receptionist typed a few things on her computer before looking back up to the annoyed young bride. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">“Uh, in our records, there’s only one bed—your room is booked in our romantic suite for couples.”</span><br/>
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The twenty-six year old’s eyes widened in shock as she turned her full attention on the receptionist and slammed her hands against the counter in disbelief, <b>“What!?”</b> Turning to face Manny, she was at a loss, <b>“Manny, what’re we going to do!?”</b><br/>
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