AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“He’s not my husband,” a guest named Lacie, with red hair and a fiery personality said the next morning. Only minutes before, I’d snatched a top hat for the man I knew to be herhusbandto take out and put on the snowman they were building together.
And now, she was claiming not only were they not married, but that they had separate rooms when I remembered giving them only one key.
One. Uno. Singular.
She was demanding I get her a new key…for a room we didn’t have.
“But you checked in yesterday,” I said, turning my attention to the computer. What kind of game was she trying to play?
Were they having some kind of quarrel?
“We arrived together, but that doesn’t mean we’re together,” she said. “Remember? You thought we were married, and then I corrected you. My very single-status name. Lacie Sorensen.”
My brows rose. What was she drinking? Either she was cuckoo, or I was because I had no memory of that instance.
In my mind, the two of them checked in together as husband and wife.
“I’m not remembering any Sorensens this year,” I said, clicking through my recent guest list and searching the contacts. This was so much like the blunder with Grace Eastland’s room, it wasn’t funny.
Once I found Lacie’s name, I not only felt relief that I wasn’t going crazy, but I turned the screen so she could see what I was looking at.
“See? There you are right here. Jared and Lacie Kingston.”
“I think you’ve got it all wrong. My last name is Sorensen, Not Kingston. Check again, please.”
I forced my spine to remain straight instead of slumping it. I stayed on my stool instead of cowering beneath the counter like I wanted to. I took slow breaths even though my heart was a freshly freed reindeer on its first flight.
Reindeer of the Christmas variety, that is.
And I skimmed over the scheduling records. Again.
Seriously. First Grace Eastland wasn’t anywhere in here, and now Lacie Kingston was claiming she’d had a different name?
“We’re not married,” Lacie said, growing exasperated. “No matter what the snowmen around here say.”
O-kay then. Someone needs a trip to the spa. Or the psych ward.
That was neither fair nor kind. I shook the thought away, but before I could say anything else, she’d stormed away.
This was exhausting. I couldn’t fully wrap my head around the room debacle. As of yesterday, we’d been fully booked. There were no available rooms.
But now? Where had this room misjudgment come from?
I skimmed through the appointments, the guest’s information, and the room reservations, trying to find a hint about where scheduling had gone wrong. Most of the time, online reservations and those that were made manually were able to sync without any problems into the system.
But this…
“Santa’s sleigh,” I grumbled.
I blinked a few times. I even rubbed my eyes.
This was unreal, but sure enough, there it was. The reservation I’d scoured the system for countless times yesterday. It didn’t say Lacie Sorensen or even Lacie Kingston.
It said Grace Eastland. Room 11.
“How?” I muttered to the screen.
How was that even possible? She wasn’t in here the last time I checked. And believe me, I’dchecked.
