Page 30 of Without a Hitch
At this particular wedding, the bride had contingency plans in place. And the event planner at The Dorrety did an excellent job of making sure everything within her power went precisely as planned. She’s the only reason for the higher ranking though.
So, can The Dorrety deliver a Happily Ever After?
Here’s my Five-Diamond-Rings Rating:
Cleanliness - Five Diamond Rings: (As always, don’t forget to tip!) My suite was very clean, and housekeeping did a great job of checking in during my entire stay.
Friendliness - Four Diamond Rings: The staff I interacted with went above and beyond. They lost a star because finding the staff was sometimes an issue.
Location - Two Diamond Rings: Once you’re here, plan to stay put or rent a car. There is no easy access to anything outside of the resort.
Amenities - Three Diamond Rings: It had everything you could need but not enough staff to cover all services.
Last Call: With a few improvements, The Dorrety could be a contender. Make sure you specify your service needs ahead of time, and your wedding just might go off without a hitch!
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CHAPTER9
TILLY
“What do you mean, you snuck out of his room? After all those orgasms, you didn’t stay to get his number, or at the very least, another orgasm? Are you insane?” My sister Eli scolds while Delaney watches on, her anxiety draining all the color from her face. Hadley paces behind us.
“I mean, it was a one-night stand. Why would I want to experience the walk of shame in front of him?I wouldn’t!So, I snuck out before the sun came up.”
“How were you even walking after that?” Delaney gasps.
Eli and I try to hold it together, but the second we make eye contact, laughter bursts from our bellies.
“Take a sitz bath if your kitty’s sore,” Mable, our seventy-year-old neighbor, calls through the vent in the floor.
We all freeze.
Her kitchen table sits directly below our family room, and she can hear everything through the grate on our floor. We’ve become real-life versions of her daytime dramas she calls out of the senior center to watch.
How can you call out of the senior center like you’re calling out of work? We’re not sure, but she seems to do it more times than not so she can stay home and sip her sweet wine.
“Mable! Isn’t it past your bedtime?” Eli yells down at the grate.
“Not when I’ve finally got some gossip to hear,Eliza,” she calls back up. “Y’all have been boring me to tears lately. I’ve had to go to Fiddle the Bean four times this week just to hear anything interesting.”
Only our neighbor would own a chain of coffee shops called “Fiddle the Bean.”
“You’re a dirty old bird, you know that, Mable?” Eli laughs.
“Pfft. If it ain’t dirty, it ain’t worth doin’, and it sounds like little miss fairy tale up there has the dirt on the dirty. I’m not missing this,” she says with her thick southern drawl.
“Mable, do you want to just come up here and join us?” Delaney asks. Delaney’s default is people pleaser, and she never wants to leave anyone out.
