When Marguerite woke up, she noticed that they weren't at the palace nor the beach. Could it be that Armel reserved a hotel?
She lifts herself from the bed and feels a slight pain that makes her flinch. The memories of last night flood her and she hides her face between her hands, embarrassed enough to want to bury herself.
Her feelings of dread get suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Dear costumer?"
It must be room service. She dresses herself with her bathrobe and walks to the door.
Opening it, she lets the girl carrying a luxurious tray full of food in. The girl doesn't take more than a minute and leaves quietly.
Marguerite doesn't have much of an appetite, she goes to wash up before heading to the hotel reception. She asked around to know where Armel went but was told by the guards that she left to take a walk while she sleeps.