Page 6 of The Ruse of Romancing

Dani

I fumbled in the dark, attempting to find a light switch.

When my fingers finally made contact with the switch and the light flickered on, I was charmed by the space in front of me, an assessment that only grew as I explored the different rooms, the quaint space quickly causing my frustration with my neighbor to dissipate.

The space was small, with only two bedrooms and one and a half bathrooms, but it was perfect for my needs.

Everything except for the kitchen appliances looked like it had come from the fifties and sixties.

While dated in appearance, it looked cozy and welcoming.

In many ways it reminded me of Pillow Talk .

I could just picture Doris Day’s character, Jan Morrow, lounging on the sofa or doing her makeup in front of the vanity in my bedroom.

A quick search of the space revealed the welcome binder sitting on the coffee table in the living room.

I located the wifi information, quickly logging in so I could message the cousin chat an update on my adventure so far, almost certain no one would be awake this late in Utah. Or in Chloe’s case, North Carolina.

Dani:

Made it to my rental! I need you to know I got “ma’amed” twice by the world’s orneriest flight attendant. Do I look that old?