Briony’s expression turned cold in an instant, but before she could say a word, Stella and James exploded first—
Stella snapped, “Stewart, have you no shame? You’re busy planning a wedding with Rosita, but at the same time you want to share a room with our Bryn? Honestly, you should change your last name. Stewart Ainsworth would suit you better—two-faced royalty!”
James chimed in, voice dripping with disdain, “Stewart, as a man, I honestly have nothing but contempt for you.”
Unfazed, Stewart barely spared them a glance, turning his attention to the front desk clerk. “Could you tell them about your family suite options, please?”
The clerk nodded politely. “Of course. Our family suites are private apartments, with two bedrooms and a living room. Each bedroom has its own en-suite bathroom. There’s also a kitchen, two private balconies, and a laundry room.”
Stella and James fell silent, momentarily at a loss for words.
Stewart looked over at Briony, raising an eyebrow as if to say, “See?”
Briony frowned, but Stewart spoke up calmly and matter-of-factly. “This trip was planned for Irwin. It’s for the three of us as a family. There’s no reason to split up.”
With Stewart’s straightforward explanation, Briony couldn’t find a reasonable objection.
Besides, it wasn’t like they’d be sharing a single bedroom. The doors would be locked at night, and everyone would sleep separately.
When they got to the suite, Stewart let Briony choose her room first.
She didn’t hesitate to pick the east-facing bedroom, which had the best light and the prettiest view.
It was the master bedroom, complete with its own small balcony.
Briony brought her suitcase inside and took a few minutes to unpack. Then she slid open the glass door and stepped out onto the balcony.
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