Chapter 2 - THE ECHO IN THE HALLWAY
The words "She is my wife" hovered in the marble hotel hallway like a sudden thunderclap.
Vanessa gasped, her dark mascara widening as her grip on Thomas’s midnight blue pinstripe blazer loosened in shock.
Clara stood unmoving in her burgundy collared uniform shirt, her dark hair neatly tied in a braided bun as she held the black vacuum hose.
"Thomas, what kind of sick joke is this?" Vanessa hissed, her emerald green gown rustling as she stepped back on the marble floor.
"It's no joke, Vanessa," Thomas replied quietly, his dark styled hair falling slightly over his forehead as he took a step toward Clara.
Clara pulled her vacuum cleaner backward, her dark grey trousers sweeping against the polished floor as her face remained stoic.
"Please proceed to your suite, sir," Clara repeated coldly, her hand gently resting on her heavy pregnant belly.
"I’m not going anywhere without you, Clara," Thomas declared, letting go of Vanessa's arm completely.
Vanessa turned on her heels, her high heels clicking aggressively against the marble as she stormed down the grand hallway toward the elevators.
May you like
Thomas ignored the whispering guests, reaching out to grasp Clara’s trembling wrist before she could pull away.
***
