Jacqueline Santoro (vanity_kills) wrote in tell_a_tale, |
The kiss was only a kiss and stayed as such. Jackie had fallen asleep as she had originally planned to do, making herself comfortable against him. When she woke up they were only an hour from London. She went to the bathroom and changed again, reapplying her make-up, and fixing her hair.
Their luggage was collected and set up in a taxi that took them to their hotel in the heart of historical London. The Dorchester, only a few blocks from Buckingham Palace and Gardens. Their luggage was brought down by the bell boys, so she went ahead with Oliver to the check in. "MacDoougal," she said when she reached the desk -- the concierge behind went about typing to find their room. "Mr & Mrs MacDougal." She said as she searched and found the name, obviously, figuring they were married. Their room keys were swipped and placed inside the hotel's envelope with a few brochures of the local attractions. "Have a great evening." Jackie hadn't bothered to correct the girl, instead she had turned her attention toward Oliver for a moment ... from the corner of her eye, to see what his reaction was. The booklet was taken off the countertop and she moved toward the elevators.