When they entered the hotel, they received the key from the front desk, which was registered under their name and went up to the room that they were instructed to enter.
Once they got up there, they found that there was a stunning, yet empty room spilling out before them. The hardwood floor reminded Cynthia of Mr. Rossini’s office, but the deep red walls, elegantly wallpapered, looked as though they were made specifically to keep secrets, without passing judgment.
Above the bed there was a curtain which matched the walls and arched over a curling, smooth, sensuous headboard, which was elaborate and held the expensive mark of gold that looked over the large, desk and drawn curtains, which also helped to distinguish the secrecy and romantic atmosphere of the room.
Across from the bed, the
