A few hours later, we pulled up to the fanciest place I’ve ever seen in my life, and Bennet was impressed too.
The only sound to be heard was
“Woah!” from us and a
“ Now kids, if you want to live here with me, you’re gonna have to be friends,” from Miss Jones.
Bennet stuck his hand out and apologized. I shook the proffered hand, then pulled him into a hug and told him to never keep secrets ever again. He agreed, and we were officially friends again.

“Izzy. Houses don’t have lobbies, this is a hotel!” Bennet whispered, being too shy to speak up to Miss Jones.
“Miss Jones!” I called “Miss Jones!”
“What!” Miss Jones came running round the corner “Is one of you hurt? Are you ok?”
“We’re ok Miss Jones,” Bennet explained “I was just thinking that this is a hotel, not a house, and I was wondering…” He trailed off, going red.
“Oh Bennet, that’s ok!” Miss Jones smiled, a real smile that spread all over her face and reached her eyes. “I actually own the place! Welcome to Rose Resort, owned by me, Rose Jones! I’ll show you to your rooms now, so you can unpack, then later I’ll give you the tour, and then, tonight, there’s a party to celebrate you coming!”
Bennet smiled, and I could tell he liked Miss Jones, as she talked so much there was no need for anyone else to try, and that was how he liked it.

After the explanation of where our rooms were, me and Bennet went up in the lift to our rooms - twin penthouses on the top floor! On the ride up, Bennet was jumping up and down with excitement, so I had to literally hold him on the floor to control his excitement! I don’t blame him though, who wouldn’t be excited at the prospect of twin penthouses on the top floor of a fancy hotel!

My room was the best thing ever! There was a bunk bed at one wall, a piano in the middle (How did she learn about my piano lessons? Even Miss Daniels didn’t know about them!) a microphone (to practise singing), full length mirrors across one wall, and even a walk-in wardrobe! Of course, the wardrobe wasn’t even half full, as I didn't own very much clothes, but it’s a walk-in wardrobe! What’s not to like! Bennet’s room was pretty much the same, just with a guitar instead of a piano.

After the tour, Miss Jones (or as she’s asked us to call her, Rose) announces a spur of the moment shopping trip to get outfits for the party! Honestly, me and Bennet have never been shopping, so this was a lot better then it may sound, trust me. We went to Harrods, and Rose let us each pick out 5 outfits - including accessories and shoes! Bennet chose a suit and some smart shoes for the party tonight, a couple of belts, then chose a few t-shirts, jeans and flip-flops - his signature look. I chose some leggings, some jeans, some skirts, some t-shirts and a couple of dresses, some smart shoes, some trainers and some flip-flops/sandals. I also got some bangles, bracelets, necklaces and earrings, as I discovered my ears were pierced. Rose beamed at us when she saw us, another smile that seemed to cover her whole face, and brought everything we asked for.

Back at the hotel, I hung up all of my new stuff, and discovered a jewelry box and some jewelry stands that I adorned with all of my new treasures. Then, I had a bath in my very own en-suite, taking as much time as I needed to check out all of the shampoo and conditioners, all of the bath bombs, and all of the different scented soaps and bubble baths. Then, I put on my party dress that I bought earlier, and my posh shoes, and walked out of the pent-house, just in time to see Bennet walking out of his.
“Shall we?” he asks, proffering his arm.
“We shall,” I answered, taking the extended arm.
Just as we were about to go downstairs to meet Rose, a scream echoes up the stairwell! I let go of Bennet’s arm and we both race downstairs to a sight no 12 year old should see; a dead body…