Chapter 26
Noelle
"Welcome to The Gingerbread House." This is the phrase I spend most of my days saying, and I love it. “Do you have a reservation?”
The couple in front of me have eyes for only each other. The way they're smiling softly and attached at the hip is what I love to see when couples come into my boutique hotel.
"We do," the man answers, pulling his wife closer to him. She in turn presses her head back to his shoulder, tilting it so that their eyes meet. "We're the Taylor's."
"Here for a babymoon." The woman grins as she runs her hand over her burgeoning belly. "I'm due in late January."
"Congratulations." I smile back at her. "I'm so happy you've chosen to stay here for the . . ." I check their reservation, "week before Christmas."
"It's our last one as a family of two. We wanted to make it special."