Zeenia barely finished dressing when a knock came at the door.
"Come in!" Melanie called, tightening the sheet around her torso. Zeenia stared at her in awe, but before she could question why Melanie was fine with people coming in and seeing the state of her bed, the door opened wide and Zeenia ducked behind the magazine full of local tourists recommendations.
Heart pounding in fear that she would be recognized and put into a compromising situation yet again, Zeenia held the magazine against her cheek. She glanced in the mirror to see a waiter push in a cart of food and juice.
"I took the liberty to order breakfast while you were in the bathroom," Melanie said to Zeenia.
The waiter took one look at Melanie and averted his eyes, blushing. However, this meant the waiter's sight now was
