God bless men. She was certain if she'd run into Christine or one of the chattering types at the hotel, they'd have made sure to catalog every single thing that was off about her appearance and save it for some snide catty time when they could use it against her. Aiden didn't seem to notice a single thing amiss. Didn't seem to notice. Maybe he was trying to be polite, though. She'd never figured him for the kind of man who would care about all of that, but she heard her mother's voice. "Cora, all men care about that."
"It's eerie sometimes. Unexplainable. Like some pocket of time." She looked back at him and then exhaled softly. "Yeah. About...God bless, a long time ago. I was a bit of a hellion in my days. Had a few very bad habits." She paused and then stared back at the hotel. "No one knows besides Michael."