The three days honeymoon had consisted of free sightseeing, the occasional use of the stunted driver who always parked at arms reach from Elora as though his soul had been signed off to her and the savoury indulgent meals from room service.
Some of which she would order unabashedly, and without restraint as she would, within the next fifteen minutes or so, be slapped in the face by the scent that snuck past the slit underneath the door, before then being greeted by a different lady as the wheels rolled in.
She would indiscreetly watch as the lady now carefully set each of her dishes aside, ready to pounce at the brasseries fish or shiny red crab and her, unashamedly stuffing mouthful after another as soon as the doors were now shut.
She deserved it, Elora would tell herself. Though she
