The old man said, "As much as I am loathe to say this, you go wander around and make your way to the guest rooms. Tie this around the knob," he handed her a pretty velvet ribbon, "so I know where to look. I need to rub elbows." And with that, he left her standing there with the loose ribbon. Such a weird man. She sighed and glanced around, asked which way the guest rooms were, got pointed in that direction, and went.

By the time she got there, she was overwhelmed. What did she do, just walk in? She picked a room and did just that, only to see a rather handsome young man who seemed to be enthralled with his coat. "Oh, ah... Sorry," she said in her deep, Italian accent and backed out.