She stepped out of the bathroom, the warm steam curling behind her as she padded across the room, a towel wrapped snugly around her.
Without missing a beat, she went straight to her wardrobe, rummaging for something comfortable.
"Why am I even dwelling on that weird memory? It's not worth keeping," she muttered, shaking her head as though the motion could dislodge the thought completely.
But her mind, ever the troublemaker, drifted back to the shocking confession she'd overheard from the boss.
"He risked his life… for his daughter?" she whispered, her tone half disbelief, half pity.
Pulling on her night attire, she sprayed her favorite vanilla mist over her skin, the scent calming but not enough to drown out her thoughts.
"Amy's manager is a desalmado (heartless man)! A real piece of work!" she huffed, bouncing onto her bed with all the grace of someone tossing their problems away.
