The heavy brass room keys from the hotel sat on the table next to the tape dispenser.

I folded a cardboard flap down and pressed a strip of tape across the top.

“Did you look at the new photo schedule?” I asked.

Ethan checked his silver watch.

“Vanessa texted me the update this morning,” Ethan said.

He picked up a tall glass vase and wrapped it in brown paper.

“We’re pushing my portraits to eleven,” he said.

“The photographer is going to be with me at eleven,” I said.