“It’s a custom order,” Kendra said.

“It’s a waste of money,” Vanessa said.

Vanessa stepped up to the closet.

She lifted the heavy bottle of red wine.

She tilted the neck forward, aiming straight at the top of the zipper.

Ethan pushed the bathroom door open.

The door swung wide and hit the doorstop with a loud crack.

Ethan stepped out into the middle of the suite.