❝︎︎ she's like sunshine incarnate, there's not a bad bone in her body ❞︎︎
────── 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃,
𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙀 𝙎𝙒𝘼𝙉 is given one year to live
and decides to return home,
content to spend it with her father and sister
before she inevitably kic...
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CARLISLE WAS A GENTLEMAN, BUT THE HOTEL DID NOT ACCOMODATE SUCH MEN.
Elise stood next to him, fiddling with her hands nervously as he calmly questioned the booking mishap.
Apparently, Alice had booked the reservation for him — he was called in late the night before after a car accident victim needed immediate surgery.
And Alice booked them a King Suite.
The honeymoon suite, to be precise.
And there was no availability for another bed.
They could either leave the hotel entirely and find somewhere else to stay (on a Friday night) or sleep in the room as booked.
"It's your decision, my darling," Carlisle looked down at her. "I don't intend to push you."
"It's fine," Iris shrugged. "Let's just — let's just go." She smiled down at the associate, taking the keys from him. "Thank you, have a great night."
The pair nervously walked to their room, Carlisle carrying her duffel bag and his suitcase. The hotel was very nice, probably the nicest place Elise had ever entered.
Low-hanging chandeliers, a lounge for members, a bar, polished floors, a doorman. They were offered a bellhop, but Carlisle declined.
The pair walked to their room on the top floor, leaving the large glass elevator, and down the hall to their room. Elise tapped the key against the door and opened it for Carlisle, who placed their bags near the door.
Entering, Elise's mouth fell open in surprise. To the right was an open door with a bathroom, but Elise's eyes caught the white sofa, soft blue carpet, and stairs leading to a large king's bed with a black headboard.
Leaving Carlisle's side, Elise walked to the windows and gasped at the view. A large lake, trees with pink blossoms, and busybodies walking back and forth in cars and on streets.
Carlisle smiled at her awe. "Alice did well, I think."
"Yeah, she did," Elise nodded. "This is amazing!"
Carlisle placed a hand on her waist softly, pressing a kiss to her to head. "Excited?"
"For a ghost tour, dinner, and kissing you?" Elise gushed. "Uh, yeah, I definitely am."
Carlisle chuckled, running his free down her cheek and gripping her chin with his pointer finger and thumb. "May I, Elise Swan?"
