Flashback: an AirBnB â Camden, Maine with @embryofwilmington
The flight had been long â delays at the airport and bureaucratic TSA agents making the journey even longer, but finally they were there, and lugging her suitcase up the stairs and into the her room, she collapsed back, sinking into the soft duvet that was sitting on top of the mattress. It still didnât feel quite real; that sheâd chosen to do a weekend away with her ex-fianceâs youngest sister, but it seemed that she had indeed done that. Small glances aside when theyâd been hassled through airport security, Penelope had kept her gaze resolutely ahead of her, almost as if looking at Embry would be enough to make her drop her nerve. But now, lying on the soft bedding, she realised what sheâd done â and she wasnât entirely sure that sheâd made a good choice.
Still, with a resolute sigh she pulled herself up off the bed, padding her way over to the bedding on the opposite site of the hallway that Embry had chosen, and poked her head around the door. âYou wanna unpack first, or shall I crack open the wine?â she asked, forcing her voice that extra octave up in uncomfortable enthusiasm, nervous though she was, she wasnât going to let Embry know that.
Sheâd sort of expected Penelope to pull out at the last minute, to text or call and say something had come up. And Embry honestly wouldnât have blamed her. She knew how awkward this whole thing was for Penelope, the hurt that she carried with her, and how much Embry reminded her of that. But no, theyâd met at the airport, Embry doing her best to hold back the grin at seeing the redhead. She would have liked the journey to Maine to be quick, but that wasnât fated to be, unfortunately. However, theyâd finally made it to the hotel, Embry grinning the whole way there in taxi, seeing the snow piled up on the sidewalk. Just like theyâd hoped.Â
The blonde had briefly wondered if she should get a room on another floor, but the point was for the pair to try and actually spend some time together. So a room across the hall was what she chose, watching the other woman disappear behind her own door. If Penelope needed some time, that was fine, Embry was exhausted from the travel, sinking down into the sofa. A small sigh escaped her, eyes drifting closed for a moment. Until she heard the door creak, a cascade of red hair falling through before Penelope appeared. âI wonât say no to the wine.â She mused, shifting a little in an attempt to not look quite so tired. She wondered if an opportunity would come up this trip to tell the other woman about her illness, or if it still wouldnât feel like the right time.Â