#Chapter15

WHERE WE LEFT OFF

JOY

"Are you sure there's no message for me?" I asked the brunet receptionist.

The receptionist had his brows lined and for the fifth time, he responded, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but there really isn't any. We have a quick delivery policy here at our hotel where—"

“Oh, I know,” I said, instantly regretting the rudeness and frustration oozing from my tone. I took a deep breath, my nostrils flaring and nodded. "I’m sorry and thank you."

I turned around in my heels and walked my way out of the hotel. The scorching heat made me squint my eyes and I pulled my sunglasses down.

Julia...