Motive

When they finally reached the beach resort for their "honeymoon", Auralia found a man wearing a suit standing at the entrance waiting for them. He looked to be in his twenties with blond hair and brown eyes.

The two stepped out of the car and two porters in blue uniforms came out to grab their bags. The young man, meanwhile, walked over to them.

"Good Afternoon Mr. and Mrs. Ezra." The man stuttered out, nervously wiping his brow with a handkerchief. "I hope your flight was good. We've prepared your suite as promised along with the spa day."

A spa day. Auralia didn't remember hearing about that. Just that they were going to some beach resort. However, she wasn't going to complain about a spa day.

Getting a massage would really work out the tension in her muscles.