Marry Markham wheeled her new red, organizer luggage through the revolving doors of the beachfront resort and waited her turn in the check-in line.
“Next,” the clerk called out.
“Marry Markham,” she told the clerk. “That’s Marry with two ‘r’s. My parents’ sense of humor. I was born on their anniversary.”
The dark-haired young man didn’t laugh. She wondered if he was listening.
“I didn’t think it was funny, either,” she said. “But it’s a good gimmick for my wedding planning business.”
The clerk continued to ignore her while tapping the touch screen on his computer. She looked around the luxurious lobby. Glass tiles, marble floors and soothing pastel colors all led up to a serpentine shaped staircase and elevators beyond. It had the feel of being on a cruise ship.
“You’re in room 432,” the clerk said. “You have an oceanfront balcony, queen-sized bed and Jacuzzi tub.”