Chapter Three
“Ah. Here comes our ride,” Sigrid said. “Do you have everything, dear?”
“Of course I do,” Amanda replied. She hefted the small beach bag she carried. “It’s not like there’s a lot now, is there? Swimsuit, sandals and sun block.” She sighed. “Mine and yours. Why do I have to carry it?”
“You won’t have to carry it for much longer,” Sigrid said as she watched the long black limo pull up to the curb in front of their hotel. “The chauffeur will take your little bag and put it in the trunk. Let’s go, dear. Our carriage awaits.”
They walked out of the hotel and into the bright sunshine. It was a beautiful day, with just enough of a breeze coming in from the sea to keep things pleasantly warm instead of oppressively hot. The sky overhead was a vibrant blue, unmarred by clouds. Sig
