Olivia POV
It was getting late when we arrive at the inn where, so long ago it seemed now, I had switched placed with Ines. The hostess welcomed us without question, for which I felt nothing but grateful.
Jordan and Orlando came with me to what the hostess said was the best room at the inn. I admit I was dubious, but when we entered I thought for a moment we had stepped into a new room at the Palace, though little there was as cozy and welcoming as the large room with its canopied bed, overstuffed furniture, and fireplace big enough to be a room of its own.
But it was more than the furniture that made the room so welcoming. Care and thoughtfulness had obviously been taken to arrange paintings and decorative objects to make the room feel lived-in but not cluttered. Unlike the rooms at t
