eleven
“Hello and welcome.” The smart-looking receptionist flicked back her hair and smiled brightly at them across the desk. “You’re on the second floor – room twenty-one. Would you like some help with your bags?”
“We’ll be fine,” Rose said, hoisting the strap of her holdall onto her shoulder and taking the proffered swipe key. “Thank you.”
“So once you’ve settled in, feel free to have a look around and book any treatments you want. The pool is open until ten p.m., you can collect fresh towels to use if required. A list of all the facilities is on here.” She thrust a laminated card at them. The phone behind the desk rang shrilly and the receptionist turned away, giving it her full attention.
They crossed the marble foyer and up a flight of winding stairs, pausing midway to apprec
