The Room Key That Wasn't Mine

Synopsis

"The room key for Mrs. Lewis was collected about half an hour ago," the receptionist said. I met her gaze. "I am Mrs. Lewis." She blinked in confusion. I stood in the lobby wearing my wedding dress. Just beyond me, the ballroom buzzed with preparations for the ceremony that was supposed to begin in a few hours. "There are two rooms booked under Mr. Jonathan Lewis's name," she said, pulling up the reservation. "Room 1888 is the bridal suite. As for Room 1808..." She hesitated before reading the note on the screen. "It is reserved exclusively for Mrs. Lewis." I had never booked Room 1808. And I hadn't taken its key. Yet whoever had checked it out had claimed to be me.