Three Is A Crowd And One Is A Lie

At the boutique hotel check-in desk, I discovered that the two separate rooms I’d meticulously booked had been canceled. In their place was a single "family suite."

My best friend, Sophie, leaned against me, her voice a playful pout. "Oh, Riley, you’re always so extravagant. We don’t need two rooms."

"One suite is practically half the price of two rooms," my boyfriend, Ethan, chimed in with a grin. "Besides, it’ll be more fun if we’re all together."

He handed his ID and Sophie’s to the receptionist. Two key cards were issued; they each took one.