Amelia stumbled over a box of fruit as she went through the small, shed like area underneath the main part of the hotel. She picked it up and took it outside by the door and set it down. When she looked up, she was surprised to see three men looking around as though they were looking for someone. One of the men had shoulder length, blonde hair, one had short, dark hair and was tan, and the man in between them had dark hair, wore glasses and had a strand of hair that was a bit of a semi curl sticking out.
"Hi, may I help you?" She asked walking towards them.
"Sure, we're here for the wedding." The blonde man answered. She noticed his french accent.
"I'm Roderich Edelstein." Her eyes widen slightly as the man who wore the glasses introduced himself.
"Antonio Fernandez Carriedo." The man with the short hair said.
"Francis Bonnefoy." She looked between the three of them in surprise and joy. "You were expecting us?" He asked.
"Oh my god..." She murmured. "Yes."
"You're not Alice's daughter...?" Antonio asked. She nodded.
"I thought you looked familiar." Roderich smiled slightly. "Uh, Amy."
"I go by Amelia." She replied.
"Do you mind if we see our rooms before we see your mother?"
"Sure." She said, lost in thought.
"Thank you, I'd like to rest for a bit before the reunion." All three of them started heading for the stairs.
"No, no, no wait! I mean yes, you can go to your rooms, just not that way. Follow me." She turned and went back into the shed. Roderich, Antonio, and Francis were a bit hesitant, but followed her anyway. They tugged their bags along with them as they seemed to go further behind the back of the hotel.
"Right through here." She came over to the shed. Amelia knew that there was a room above it, and that her mother never went up there that much anymore. She led them inside and climbed the ladder. Once they had got up, they turned and looked at her.
"So this the room?"
"It was the only one left." She lied. There were a small amount of rooms open, but Alice would know that they were here too soon.
"Looks like we'll be sharing." Antonio said, laying down on the small bed.
"Does your mother know that we were coming?" Roderich asked her, once he saw the current situation.
"Actually...no..." Amelia admitted.
They all let out a groan and Francis sat down in the nearby chair.
"The last time I saw your mother, she said she never wanted to see me again. I can only imagine her expression when she sees I'm here."
"Just, please don't g-" She was interrupted when she heard her mother singing a little tune below as she came into the shed, probably looking for something. Almost on an instinct the three men perked up and the sound.
"No! She cannot know you're up here!" She whisper/yelled. "Promise you'll stay out of sight, please?"
"I might regret it, but fine." Roderich said.
"You have my word." Antonio gave her small smile.
"Fine."
"Good, now stay quiet. She can't know you're up here." She moved a board from the window and opened it. She then climbed out of it onto the ledge. "Remember what I said." Amelia reminded them before shutting them, with a small bang. Alice stood up straight and looked up for the source of the noise. Roderich placed the board back up, while Francis set the chair over the trapdoor just incase.
Alice climbed up the ladder and was annoyed to find that something had been placed over it. She managed to push it up slightly and see into the room. Her eyes widened as she saw Francis unfolding an inflatable bed. Her eyes then flickered over to Antonio, who was laying down on the bed, then to Roderich, who seemed to be reading a book. A stifled gasp escaped her as she closed the trapdoor.
"Shit, shit shit..." She mumbled to herself as she walked out of the shed. Maybe it was just her mind playing tricks, or just the heat of the day, but this couldn't possibly be happening to her! Especially not now! She climbed up to the window to check, but found it blocked. "Fuck, it really is them." She peeked into another window. Alice climbed up onto the roof and began pacing.
Down below in the room, all three of them looked up at the noise on the roof.
"Amelia can't know about this." She murmured. She opened up the trapdoor on the roof and peered in. When she turned away, she heard a noise and was startled. Next thing she knew, she was looking up at three familiar faces.
"You always knew how to make an entrance." Francis smiled down at her.