"We're here, ma'am," Ken, my driver, said.
I looked up from my phone to glance at the magnificent building the car had pulled up to.
"Thanks, Ken."
I stepped out of the car and stared at the building in awe. A glass tower of nearly fifty stories stood in front of me, the sunlight glinting off its mirrored surface.
I adjusted my glasses and walked in, swaying my hips. I approached the brunette at the receptionist's desk and smiled.
"Hi. I have a reservation for—"
"You're Mrs. Brown," she interrupted with a polite smile.
I pulled down my sunglasses and stared at her. "Do you know me?"
Her gaze fell on the unlocked screen on her phone. She reached to turn it off, but not before I caught a picture of me in my wedding dress.
Oh.
"Everyone knows who you are, Mrs. Brown," she said.
Well, that wasn't terrifying.
She cleared her throat. "I'm sorry, that was highly unprofessional of me."
