Why couldn't she close the door? A little note on her bed shouldn't have been enough to force her door open, but no matter what she tried she just could not get the damn thing closed. Well, it had to be better than locking her in at least...
Adela sighed heavily as she adjusted her sweater, frowning at the red of the hallway before she went to explore her
room for the moment, taking up the plate of pasta she had just gotten through making before she sat by the fireplace. It was a nice warmth at least, and for some reason seeing snow outside her window made her feel pretty happy, even if part of her knew it wasn't real. At least the recipe she used was easy to follow, and judging by the taste she had done a good job with it.
In fact, the red head had just finished her meal before she heard footsteps, and from her chair she turned to look at the door, "Who's there?"
She knew she was supposed to let people in, but after what she had heard about the hotel...
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