Annoyed, Patricia aggressively hit a few more keys. Four seconds passed. Then, the color drained from her face.
“Here it is,” she murmured, her voice suddenly hollow. “Suite 904. Corporate reservation. Confirmed two weeks ago.”
A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the front desk. Ethan didn’t smile.
Lupita stepped forward, looking warmly at the bouquet. “Those are beautiful flowers, sir, even if the stems got a little bent in transit. Are they for someone special?”
Ethan lowered his eyes. “For my wife. Tomorrow is the anniversary of her passing.”
Lupita caught her breath, her eyes softening completely. “Oh, sir… I am so deeply sorry for your loss.” She looked at Lily with a genuine tenderness that no customer-service manual could ever teach. “Let me find you a proper crystal vase before you head upstairs. Those flowers shouldn’t be left to wither in a dark room.”
Patricia opened her mouth to say something, but Lupita was already walking toward the auxiliary supply room.
