Queenpin Of Wales

Chapter 2

Fresh and clean. I woke up late in my hotel bed. I'm allowed to be on vacation right? After all, it's my second last day until I go back home. I get to leave my stress at home. I rolled over seeing my phone screen flick on the time 10:00 am. It's the first in a long time that I'm still in bed at this hour. Usually, I'm at work, straightening books and picking out a playlist for the day. Right now, I just want coffee, sit outside on my balcony and vape in peace. I leaped out of the sheets pulling the curtains and seeing the sun shine through my room. I felt too lazy to go down to get coffee at this very moment so I just went out to the balcony. I was high enough outside I can walk out there in what I slept in. I didn't need pants. I sat myself down on a chair in my panties and shirt staring at the view of the beach in the distance. I took a few puffs off my vape before letting it fall to my lap. I've never felt so relaxed in a long time. I wish it would never end. Sadly, I fly home tomorrow evening. It will come to an end.

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By lunch, I was bored seeing the four walls of my hotel room. I had to leave. I didn't know where I was going but I had to leave. I got finished my shower finding something to wear. I knew I wanted to wear shorts, but I had two shirts of my choice. The Cure or Motley Crue. I chose Motley. The fit was baggier and it looked nice over my shorts. I packed last night's outfit in my suitcase. My dress still smelt like her. Catherine's perfume. Smells of spice and vanilla, I've never smelled anything like it. Frankly, I never met anyone so exciting as Catherine.

I left my room heading down to the lobby. Some of the hotel workers greeted me as I walked along, and the lady behind the front desk tried to get my attention.

"Ms. Fehr? Hi, how's your stay so far?" The lady tapped the keys of her keyboard. Glaring over at me and then back at the screen. "Very good, thank you very much. Is there any problem?" I leaned over the counter lifting myself on my tippy-toes. "Well, I just wanted to make sure you were made aware that your form of payment was changed last night." She stopped tapping looking directly at me. "What?..was it? I did not know this. What was it changed to?"

"Let me take a real quick look here...hm..it was changed to a private credit card. The name on the card is redacted. Your payment was sent back onto your card this morning." I raised an eyebrow pulling out my phone to my banking app. She was right. $670.00 for a 4-night stay was put back onto my credit card. "Okay...that's weird. Did someone see anyone last night come and pay it?" It was extremely weird that someone would pay for my stay.

"No this transaction was done over the phone, but a gentleman came in around 2 am. My co-worker handled him last night. He gave my co-worker this to give to you." The woman turned her chair handing me a fairly thick white envelope with my name handwritten on it. My name was beautifully written in black pen. I pushed it into my purse and thanked her, leaving the hotel. As I crossed the street I thought about the millions of things I could do today. Bookstores, record stores, and clothing outlets. I trotted down a block or two taking note of all the luxury brand stores I cannot afford to shop in. Window shopping will be the only thing I can do. I walked along the rows of stores. Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Channel and my favourite brands I've always dreamt of owning. Prada and Tom Ford. I stopped at the Prada store watching the customers living my dream. To be able to afford something without any care in the world. I remembered the envelope that was given to me. I pulled it out tearing the seal. It was all green. A few inches thick of 100-dollar bills. I checked my surroundings before pulling the wad of cash out. A slip of paper was attached to the front of the cash.

"Have fun Myla...♡" Handwritten in red ink.

What the hell?... There was almost $5,000 in the envelope. Why would someone give me 5k? For what? Why? I don't feel right spending this cash. I stuffed it into the very bottom of my bag. Knowing I have this money made my stomach drop, as though I stole it. I know it was given to me but I don't deserve it. I didn't work for it, I didn't earn it. It was handed to me, no, it was delivered to me. I walked away from the Prada store with the thought stuck in the back of my mind. If it was given to me, why not use it? Someone gave me this money to enjoy myself with and I'm standing here feeling guilty.