By 11:30 a.m., Elizabeth arrives at the Night Star Hotel, her presence instantly commanding attention. As she steps out of her sleek black car, she adjusts her sunglasses, taking in the hotel with a sense of pride. The hotel symbolizes her family's legacy, something she and Salvador have poured their energy into building. Her heels click sharply against the marble floor as she strides into the grand lobby, her head held high.
Elizabeth moves through the lobby with the air of someone who owns the place—because, in fact, she does. Her expression is imperious, her chin slightly raised. She sweeps past the front desk without a second glance. A young receptionist catches her eye and offers a polite smile, but Elizabeth doesn't bother to slow down.
"Good morning, Mrs. Ngale," the receptionist says, a hint of nervousness in her voice.
Elizabeth acknowledges her with a tight nod, her focus already fixed on her destination.
