Into the house.

Letting that thought skip through my mind, I decided to worry about the moment at hand; It was hard enough lifting my suitcase up the steps. Luckily, I soon noticed I could use both hands for that, as Danielle Foreman was holding the door open for her father and I.

"{firstname}!" she said. "So GLAD you could make it!"

"With some difficulty, but yeah!" I replied.

She wrapped her free hand around me, and pulled me in for a kiss on the cheek, which I returned. Before I finished passing, however, she whispered in my ear:

"Maybe we can make it together later!"

As I passed, I looked into her eyes, and she winked at me. I had been SURE she was married. Looking quickly, I confirmed the ring on the proper finger of the hand that was holding the door. I turned to face forward again, and followed the father into what he had called 'his' beach house.