She loved his presence. His long glances, charming smiles, quiet conversations. Even when he was busy, he always found a moment to show her how much she meant to him.
They were married β young, harmonious, loving, happy. The kind of marriage she had always dreamed of.
Hotel Cortez was their baby, one that required a lot of attention and care β but that didnβt bother her at all. She felt calm, free, and appreciated there.
After a long walk, seemingly through an endless hallway, she reached the door to his office. She knocked softly and listened to the murmur behind the door, waiting for his response.
"Come in."
He mumbled under his breath, his voice soft and deep. She slowly opened the door, quickly noticing his silhouette seated behind the large oak desk. His gaze was fixed on the scattered papers on the desk, his expression thoughtful.