After I was done with my shower, I came out feeling refreshed. I must not have taken a proper look at this place earlier because of the exhaustion and Raymond's call, because dang—this place was both huge and beautifully enchanting.
A massive bed dominated the room, dressed in the finest white sheet. Beside it sat a wooden cabinet, and on top of that rested a delicately hand-sculpted lamb—an odd but charming detail that made the space feel curated, almost intentional. The room glowed with a lot of lights, as if it had been designed to breathe.
I looked up.
Several soft lights were set into the ceiling, and at the center hung a chandelier that caught my attention immediately—elegant, understated, and somehow even more captivating than the little lamb. I stared for a moment too long before reminding myself that there were probably cameras somewhere, hidden behind all this beauty.
Best not to become the strange guest staring at ceilings.
I walked toward my suitcase when I was closer to it I rolled it to the bed, opened it and began searching through my clothes for a perfect one.
"Mehhh, I'll arrange everything later," I said, staring at the scattered clothes on my bed.
"I AM ON A VACATION!!!!" I said dramatically, flaunting my hands around as if convincing myself that, that was a good enough excuse for the mess I created.
I pulled out a soft pink crop top and a short skirt, changed quickly, and afterwards spent a little time oiling my hair and combing it so it looked neat. My makeup stayed simple—light blush, pink lipstick, nothing dramatic. I topped it off with my favorite hat, grabbed my phone, and locked the door behind me.
The hotel somehow looked even more impressive as I made my way to the elevator.
A group of guys who looked like they'd stepped out of a boy band were already inside. The elevator itself was spacious and comfortable, giving everyone a nice and preferable distance. Because the dudes kinda freaked me out, I kept to myself and waited in silence.
Ding.
I was starting to like that sound. Because in times like this, that sound helps you get out of weirdly uncomfortable situations.
As I stepped into the lobby, music floated through the air. A singer was performing near the center—confident, radiant, commanding attention without trying too hard. She moved effortlessly with the rhythm, clearly used to being watched. The crowd responded instantly.
I couldn't stay further because I needed my breakfast before I could function, and luckily this is a hotel, so I saw a food court. I walked up to the place. I could see some overly dressed people already seated and enjoying some really classy lunch.
So I placed my order. There were some really nice options, but I decided to go with seaweed salad and mashed potatoes with some sauce. Then, for my appetizer, I ordered chocolate cream pie and really thick milk—the kind that would give me a pot belly.
When I was done ordering, I went to a seat and waited for a little while. Just like that, my food arrived. It looked a lot more beautiful for something I was going to devour. I couldn't help taking a lot of pictures, first was of the meal alone, then I stopped a waiter to take a picture of me eating the food. They were all goofy as fuck but who cares not him, after my brain and instinct had concluded I immediately sent everything to Raymond.
I refuse to give you a vivid description of how it went down, but permit me to say it was quite messy. I did what every character in a movie would do when done eating—I left little crumbs on the plate and signaled the waiter. He looked quite playful and young; he probably just got the job because he subtly jogged his way down here and stumbled a little. He was discreet but I saw everything okay! Professionals don't do that, so I decided to entertain him with—
"I have lost my appetite," I said with a puffed chest and head held up high.
I looked at him as he stared at the quite empty plate, then back at me, and we both laughed. My hunch was right—he is new here. He carried the plate away, struggling with it and raising his hands high. I was really scared for him, this hotel is really sophisticated. I just wondered how he got the job, because he just might lose it. You know what, I shouldn't care.
After such a satisfying meal, I checked out leaving my key with the receptionist and then slipped through the hotel's exit, letting the doors close behind me. Immediately, flashy speed vehicles sped right past me, and the breeze made me a little chilly.
"Jerks!!!" I yelled, raising my fist. I knew they hadn't heard me, but whatever—I gave them a piece of my mind.