“Okay, we have twelve standard rooms for the out-of-town guests.

Then the bridal suite on the fourth floor for you and the girls on Friday night.”

“Room four twelve,” I said.

“Wait,” Chloe said.

She stopped tapping her screen.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“The contract says four twelve and four fourteen,” Chloe said.

“Who’s in four fourteen?” I asked.