The morning sunshine comes in through the gauzy curtains, casting shadows on the floor. Servants wake Andrea for breakfast. She grabs the clock on the nightstand and sees that it’s already 8:00 AM. She asked the servants to wake her so she can prepare to start her first day as owner of the Zuri Hotel.
She doesn’t know how she finally managed to get to sleep last night. She felt like she tossed and turned for hours. She stretches and notices that the left side of the bed is cold and the sheets are unwrinkled.
One of the maids seems to read the question on her face, “Lucky was ill last night so Mr. Hamilton stayed there with him.”
“I know,” Andrea says.
“Lance is so concerned about that dog,” Andrea thinks, “He was so mad at me yesterday—almost madder than when he thought I was cheati
