I frowned as I peeked through the eye hole of my door. Being an amateur reporter who was desperately trying to make it big, I could smell a story from a mile away. I had been standing there like that, with my body slammed against the door for a few minutes now.
There was something going on outside. A man was prancing through the corridors anxiously, his phone firmly pressed against his ear, desperately trying to reach someone. And judging by his frustrated expression, he didn’t seem to be having the luck to contact the person he was trying so desperately to call.
I frowned as I realized that the woman who was watching him anxiously was none other than Ava’s ex best friend, Miss Isabella Evans, who I had run into on our way into the resort yesterday.
She hadn’t exactly been fond of the w
