Jay pulls the limo into the port cochére, stopping just before the golden entrance. You look up as the hotel towers over you in all its glitz and glam. You'd all stopped at a nearby gas station to change into the clothes you brought. The guys ended up wearing suits, and you had pulled a dress from Ms. Jeong's closet. It is a deep crimson and hangs close to your body. It's covered in golden flowers, wrapping their way around every edge and curve. You wring your hands in your discomfort. The last thing you want to wear is anything that reminds you of her, but your closet is certainly not Waldorf-ready.
"Alright, it's showtime!" Yunho cheers, stepping out of the door that Jay had opened. The second he is outside the limo, his face shifts. Despite the crown, boa, and sash, he has a look of almost disgust on his face. You all follow him out, saying your goodbyes to Jay as he hands your luggage over to the bell boys. With confidence and agitation, Yunho walks to the front counter. The woman behind the desk looks unsure as to what to make of your arrival.
"Sir, how may we help you?" She says, her red lips smiling.
"My mother told me to be here by noon, but apparently," He leans away from the counter, looking around the lobby as if he was searching for someone, "she forgot to come meet me. But of course, she remembered to send me a hot pink Hummer. I mean, seriously. What, am I turning twelve!? It's my twenty-first birthday. She puts me through all this," He gestures to his getup, "and can't even be bothered to show up. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be bothering you with all this. I'll just call my limo guy." Yunho turns his back to the counter, whipping out his phone to make a call.
"Sir, wait a moment. What's your mother's name? If she's here, I can call her room. I'm sure she just got caught up in something." The woman says. You stifle a laugh as you see a smirk peel across Yunho's face. He drops it quickly, turning back around.
"Narae Jeong." Yunho replies, leaning on the desk, towering over the woman.
"Oh yes, how could I forget. She said we would be expecting you at this time. She booked you and your friends the presidential suite." The woman smiles, her hands moving to confirm the reservation. "All I need is the card she used to pay for it and your driver's license so I can confirm you are Yunho." He pulls out his wallet, handing her his driver's license. With a definitive clink, he tosses a black card on the counter.
"I was wondering why she asked me to bring this." He laughs, smiling cheekily. You can see her ease up a bit.
"I'm actually a big fan of your mother's work." She says, smiling as she types away.
"You're just saying that." Yunho jests, taking his cards back.
"No, seriously! I don't own any of her pieces... I can't exactly afford them... But I own this photograph of âme flétrie. I framed it and everything. It's just gorgeous."
"Wow...âme flétrie? That takes me back. She made that when I was like five."
"That whole collection is just so..." You can see her getting lost in her thoughts about it.
"Macabre?" Yunho finishes her sentence, taking the keys she had placed on the counter.
"Yes, exactly. Anyways..." She says, coming back to reality. Another woman walks out from a door behind the desk, black hair flowing softly around her shoulders. "This is Mina. She'll be your personal concierge for the remainder of your stay. Please let her know if you need anything at all. She'll be available twenty-four seven."
"Hi, Mr. Jeong, it's wonderful to have you. And happy birthday." Mina says, her voice smooth and silky.
"I forgot to introduce myself. My name's Tzuyu." The woman from behind the desk says. "If she gives you any trouble or if you need to change anything about your stay, I'll be here from nine to five to help."
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