Standing before Martha's hotel suite door, Louisa pauses.

She knocks softly after her knuckles briefly hover over the glossy wood.

The door opens as the faint sound of footfall nears, and Martha appears, her face instantly changing from one of surprise to one of cautious mistrust.

"Louisa?" Martha's hand tightens on the doorframe as she speaks sharply. "How are you aware of my lodging arrangements?"

Louisa smiles slightly, disarmingly. "Martha, you're my friend. Even if you don't want me to, I would be aware of your location.

Martha pauses, obviously surprised by the answer, but her skepticism remains unshaken.

Reluctantly, she moves aside to let Louisa in.

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