At his side, we exit the sitting room and enter the hallway again. To the far left is an all-wood stairwell leading upstairs, which he tells us we will be taking. Our shoulders brush together as we head towards the mahogany stairs. Crystal chandeliers shaped like upside down carnations illuminate the hallway. The LED lights flash off, on, off, and back on. Outside, howling sounds swirl against the stone castle, echoing in a boisterous and irritated tone.
“Not a fun storm out there. Both your boyfriend and you will be safe here, though. No worries.”
“Oh,” I say. “Kel isn’t my boyfriend. Between you and me, he’s probably trying to get into Mr. Ride’s tight jeans. I’m quite sure he won’t be using the Princess room alone tonight since he’s the actor’s number one fan.”
Bar chuckles. “Well, w
