Presley was feeling very nervous as she and Cruz entered the breakfast room of the hotel the next morning. She wasn’t sure where Ramona was lurking but she was quite certain, based on the way Cruz was complaining while she was in the shower how the woman was still at the resort.
“I hired local security services,” Cruz told her as they took a seat. “There are two men sitting at the table next to us who are part of my security detail now. They will ensure Ramona doesn’t cause a scene. Unfortunately her parents can’t get here until tomorrow to collect her and bring her home.”
She leaned back as the hostess poured them each a cup of coffee and left them with the menu.
“We have four more days here before we go to Spain. I wonder if maybe we could get the itinerary changed?”
“I already asked
