Chapter 9

The next day, Kim and Ava passed out and had forgotten about the wedding, exhausted from the excess shopping, sightseeing and the long flight they didn't take a rest from. Their bags and shooting bags were shattered on the floor, and their shoes were beside the bed. Kim had a white night robe around her that had almost gone off. At the same time, Ava slept in an oversized polo.

The bell dinged, and Kim breathed, rolling away from Ava's arm. "Miss Cortes?" She heard an Arab lady call, suddenly, her eyes opened, and she gulped, looking around.

"Miss Cruz?" The voice called again, and I jumped out of bed and rushed towards the door.

Kim pulled the handle open, and a lady stood in a red suit with her hands folded at her front.

"You have a visitor, Miss Cortes," she said and moved away.

"Kimimela! It's Kim!" A soft voice called. Kim shifted her gaze towards the figure.

"Oh my goodness, Jamie!&