The grand lobby of the hotel was an orchestration of muted elegance, the soft lullaby of music and the rustle of refined fabrics creating a gentle melody that belied the storm brewing within Cecilia.
The entire lobby seemed empty, as if someone wanted it to be like that. Cecilia could guess it must have been Rachel since she had some stake in this hotel.
Her heels clicked a staccato rhythm on the polished marble floor as she hurried towards the figure seated on the plush sofa, her heart pounding in her chest like a trapped bird.
Rachel, her expression a mix of worry and accusation, looked up from her tablet as her mother approached.
Cecilia's breath hitched as she sat down, her voice a nervous tumble of words, "Rachel...Please, let me explain."
Rachel's gaze was steady, her voice a quiet, heavy whisper, "Mom...do you not like Dad anymore?"
