Morgan
The next morning at breakfast, I silently giggled to myself when I saw how miserable Alaia and Taylor looked. I’d felt left out when the cups of punch were being passed around, but now, not so much.
“Did you ladies have a good night? I was up pretty late, making sure our guests were comfortable since the two of you were indisposed,” I said to them while sipping my juice.
“Screw you, Morgan. I feel like s**t, and while you were vacationing with Mitchell, I was left to do both of our jobs. You can handle one night of turn-down service,” Taylor grumpily replied.
I pushed a cream cheese muffin across the table at her, making her smile at me, then snatch it up. She just needed a sweet; then she’d be back to her usual bubbly self.
“It wasn’t bad if I’m honest
