towels.
She wore a maroon housekeeping vest, her dark hair streaked with gray and braided back.
Her nametag read LUPITA.
She took three steps.
Then stopped.
Her eyes moved to Lily.
Then the roses.
Then me.
Finally, Patrick and Karl.
Nobody needed to explain the tension.
She placed the towels on a luggage cart.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” she said softly. “Is everything all right?”
“My reservation isn’t appearing in the main system.”
Lupita turned toward Patrick.
“Did you check the corporate holding block?”
“I checked.”
“The secondary corporate tab?”
Patrick
