I’m not even going to pretend this is a paragraph, but here it is.

“Will you be needing a second key?” He asks.

I hope so, but I don’t want to jinx things. “Not for now.”

When I unlock the door to my room, I’m disappointed to discover that despite its name, the Badminton Room doesn’t come complete with net, rackets, and a shuttlecock (love the word). Now that would have been fun. I’m completely mystified by the décor: flowery wallpaper with an occasional bird thrown in for relief, a canopy bed (also flower and bird-themed), and a matching china vase and bowl (even flowerier) sit on top of a small black chest of drawers.