14
Brooke
“Thanks for your help yesterday,” I said to Darla as we went over the orders that had come in overnight. “I can’t believe Paulo lost his shoes.”
Darla had found them out in the hotel grounds, half-hidden under a bush. Quite why Paulo had decided to walk barefoot across the grass in the dark I wasn’t sure, and by that point, he hadn’t been able to articulate his thoughts on the matter.
“I can believe it. I’m more surprised that the whole group of us didn’t get thrown out of the hotel.”
“Most of the noise was contained in the private dining room, I guess, and we did spend a lot of money. Plus the owner seemed quite laid back about the whole thing. Like, he told us to enjoy the party.”
Darla glanced up, pen in hand. “You met the owner? But nobody ever meets the owner. Annie’s
