Alaina's POV
"I am Michael Alista's wife." The hotel receptionist looked me up and down as if I had said what I shouldn't have.
When I had stepped into the hotel lobby, the smooth marble under my heels caught the light and echoed my arrival. The receptionist made a call when I told her my name. I figured she called Michael, and after a while, she ended the call and then turned back to me.
"Room 113. You can take the elevator."
I nodded and made my way to the elevator. I hadn't planned to come here until this morning. When Michael had called last night and I heard him tell me those words I had wanted… no… needed to hear from Nicole, I felt like my world had turned upside down. I wished he had meant it; I wished Michael meant it. And this morning, I knew I had to be with him.
