The seventh-floor hallway smelled like ocean salt and the expensive perfume left behind by early morning guests.

I walked down the long corridor, my footsteps completely swallowed by the thick patterned carpet.

The brass numbers on the door of room seven ten were polished bright.

I knocked twice.

Chloe pulled the door open before my hand dropped.

She was already fully dressed in her dark green rehearsal dinner outfit.

She pulled me inside and locked the deadbolt immediately.

The new suite was much bigger than the old one, with tall windows letting in the pale morning light.