At the express hotel, Nidia placed her identity card on the counter.
The receptionist said, "Miss, please take your mask off. I need to verify your identity."
Nidia endured that thought of getting odd stares and took off her mask, showing her wounded face.
The two of them were silent for a few seconds.
"Miss, do you need me to contact the cops?" The receptionist leaned forward and whispered, with her eyes filled with righteousness.
"No thank you," Nidia said with a soft smile, in case the receptionist was still overthinking.
After checking into her room, Nidia continued to focus on designing the villa, pushing away any other thought from invading her mind.
Nidia stayed in her room for two days straight.
On the third day, she showed up to work with a mask despite the grip marks on her face fading. They weren't noticeable unless one were to inspect closer.
