“Marcus — would you explain the account status to my guests?” He straightened.

“The four remaining oceanfront suites, last night’s terrace dinner, the bar tab, the spa credits used yesterday, and this morning’s pending charges come to fourteen thousand two hundred and eighty dollars.

To hold the reservations for the rest of the week, we’ll need a valid card under the name of a current occupant.” Victoria stopped typing.

Raymond’s mouth fell open.

And Eleanor went the specific shade of white that only the very entitled turn when they discover, for the first time in their lives, that the money was never actually theirs.