385 A Perfect Match

The first day of the trip passed in a blur of exhaustion and long hours on the road.

It was exactly what one would expect from a budget tour.

They had only visited the Colosseum, and the rest of the afternoon was spent shuffling between various shopping stops. The people on the tour were less than pleased, but there was little Mr. Anderson could do—it was the company’s itinerary. At this price, visiting too many tourist spots would have put the travel agency out of business.

By the time they returned to the hotel, it was already past 11 p.m. Mr. Anderson, after seeing all the elderly tourists safely to their rooms, collapsed onto a sofa in the lobby, thoroughly exhausted.

As Emily passed by the front desk, the receptionist called out to her. “Miss Carter, there’s a package here for you.”

“A package?”

“Yes,” the receptionist replied, handing over a slim envelope. “It was delivered this afternoon. Since you weren’t here, we signed for it. Please check for any damage.”

The packaging was