Chapter Four
Orla
My nap turned into an all-day event. I woke up just in time to see the sunset from the glass door on my balcony. Stretching, I couldn’t stop gazing at the dizzying array of colors, the melting sun draped over the city. It was a blur of headlights, bright building lights, and streetlights that blazed their silver beams upon the remarkably still busy residents.
The phone in my room rang, startling me. “Feck me!” A red light notified me of the waiting caller, and I walked over to pick up the handset. “Orla here.”
“We’re going to dinner now, and Mother said I should ask you if you’d like to join us since you’re a woman on your own,” Mona said. “We’re going to try the Mexican food at The Fiesta Room here at the resort.”
“Spicy.” I did want to try the Mexican—just not with
