There was a situation. Where was Violet going to stay?
Not that there weren't enough rooms in the lodge. But the real question was—who was she going to stay with?
The lodge was built in a grand U-shape, with three main wings enclosing a wide stone courtyard, where a heated fountain bubbled gently at the center. It held about thirty rooms, including several luxurious suites, spread across two floors.
Upstairs, long balconies overlooked the courtyard, offering a sweeping view of the surrounding landscape. But even with all its elegance, the owner likely hadn't anticipated the arrival of a group with a relationship as unconventional as theirs.
There were three private cabins scattered deeper into the woods for anyone wanting a more authentic communion with nature.
Yeah, no thanks. Definitely not happening. That screamed girl-goes-on-mountain-vacation-and-ends-up-in-a-thriller-murder-mystery energy, and Violet wasn't signing up for that.
