Business always draws Lord Anderson away from his manor. Leaving it well kept in the hands of the family staff, he never had anything to fear. This specific conference took him away from the country. Directly in the city his place of stay Primrose Hotel caught the scenery outside his window. A tall looming accommodation made to impress.
He knew it stood there for a long time. Even now it remained dazzling. Local talk has a way of making places bigger than they are. This he might just believe.
Connor reached down for his suitcase with the swaying jolt of the carriage. Rolling to a stop permitted him to get ready to exit. He nodded at the driver when he came over to open the door. Stepping out, he placed his hat neatly on his head.
The lord presented himself as he often does. Dressed elegant to honor his family’s name as sole heir of their assets; Connor promoted a genial attitude in wealth.
“Allow me to take your bag my Lord.”
“You know I travel light, James.” Despite that he let him the man do his job. Otherwise he wouldn’t be getting paid for an exceptional job well done would he?
He followed the driver towards the glass doors of the hotel. Pushing at the gold handle, he waved his man ahead. Helping him get through by holding the door, he paused, stopping for several ladies to pass through.
Their smiles and light laughter answered his gentlemanly act. He merely gave them a return smile before stepping into the lobby. Connor immediately went to front desk to check in. A reservation for Lord Connor Anderson set him in one of the specialty suites. The Rose Room. With a private terrace the room overlooks a nearby dock which is definitely an enticing view.
“Have you ever been here before my lord?” One of the ladies he held the door inquired of him as he left the desk.
“In fact it’s my first time staying. Though it is a lovely hotel.”
“Lovely he says,” she plays coy. “Well, I heard there’s a nasty tragedy behind this place. A young girl murdered here. Right before they held a big beautiful ball. So sad. They even say you can see her still wandering around. Readying herself for the party but wailing with chains in the night. Spoooooky.”
A murder? Whatever history surrounds this hotel he isn’t versed in but a ghost story? He is uncertain about that. Old wives tales have a way of spreading without factual evidence. “I will be sure to leave a light on then.” Connor forced a smile before taking his room key and heading for the elevator with his driver.
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