Liza had redone everything Marion had already arranged.
Clueless, Debra exclaimed, "You are a lifesaver. We'd have been scrambling without you. Right, Marion?"
"Actually..." Marion tried to explain.
"No worries," Liza interrupted, grabbing Debra's arm. "Let's get in the car. Randy and Erica are waiting. We can all catch up."
"Sounds great." Debra was pumped.
Marion's mood soured. He hadn't expected Randy and Erica to be there, too. They were supposed to be on their own vacation.
"Honey, come on," Debra called out, waving him over.
Marion was reluctant. He just wanted to have some private time with Debra, just the two of them.
But then again, Debra was excited about it. He had to play along.
In the backseat, Liza and Debra chatted nonstop about their kids.
"You won't believe how grown-up kids are these days," Liza said. "Barely 18, and they're already..."
"No way," Debra gasped. "College kids are that wild now?"
"Wild? Try having seven or eight girlfriends," Liza laughed.
Marion, in the front seat, rubbed his temples. He tried to steer the conversation back to their trip, but the women were unstoppable.
"Come with me for a second," Marion said.
Debra told Liza, "We're checking out the room. Will be back soon."
Erica smirked, "Go on. That presidential suite's huge."
Marion paused, second-guessing his plan.
A crew member led them to the suite. Debra pushed the door open and gasped at the spacious layout and top-notch amenities.
"Look at the bedroom. Even better than I expected," she marveled.

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