As soon as Samantha walked to the front desk, the young lady there stopped her because she was not registered as a guest of the hotel's presidential suite. If she wanted to go up, she must first get the consent of the person staying there.
Ronald had brought her up directly the previous night and the receptionist did not recognize her.
Samantha took out her cell phone. Her finger hovered on the screen for a few seconds before she dialed Timothy's number.
Rochelle's words had inspired hope in Samantha's heart. During the past two years, she had not been able to rid herself of the pain she suffered when Timothy ended things with her in public.
From then onward, the thorn had always been lodged in her. It would appear from time to time and sting her, but she was never able to pull it out.
Perhaps the only way to really be free of that was to face that matter head-on...
