Author's Note
The first few chapters might not be great as this is my first time writing a story. But don't worry! After a few chapters, I got better and found my own style of writing. I hope you'll keep reading even if the start isn't perfect. Hopefully you'll bear with me. xoxo
Alba's POV
Your heart raced as you walked through the lavish corridors of the high-end five star hotel. The plush carpets muffled the sounds of your heels, and the air was heavy with the scent of expensive perfumes and polished wood. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over guests adorned in designer wear, their laughter mingling with the soft melodies drifting from a grand piano nestled in the corner of the lobby.
Clutching a handful of golden keys, you navigated through the crowd with practiced ease. Your uniform, a crisp blend of navy and white, hugged your figure modestly but hinted at the fashionable spirit underneath. Your long dark hair, was pulled back into a sleek bun for practicality's sake, allowing your almond eyes to scan the surroundings more easily.
"Excuse me, sir," You said keeping your tone laced with an assurance.
You approached a middle-aged man clad in a tailored suit, his impatient tapping of foot signaling his eagerness to settle in after a long journey.
"Your room is ready. If you'll follow me, I'll escort you to the elevator."
Your smile never faltered as you led him past murmuring couples and boisterous businesspeople, your mind multitasking between the tasks at hand and the dream sketches that were waiting in your bag. The man grumbled about the wait, but your demeanor remained unshaken, due to months of practice and your replies both sympathetic and professional.
"Apologies for any inconvenience, Mr. Johansson," You assured him as you arrived at the gleaming elevator doors.
"The city is especially lively this season. I assure you, your room will offer the quiet respite you desire."
As the doors closed behind your guest, you allowed yourself the briefest moment of satisfaction before returning to the long never ending crowd of guests. One by one, you distributed the remaining keys to the weary guests.
"Welcome to Seoul," you would say to them, your voice against the hum of activity around them.
"We hope you find everything to your liking."
Despite the exhaustion tugging at your limbs, your passion for service and the dreams that fueled your every step kept you moving and smiling. These corridors were your runway, and every guest was another chance to prove your worth, not just as a concierge, but as the fashion designer you yearned to be.
The clatter of silverware and murmur of staff on break mingled with the scents of coffee and cleaning products in the cramped space of the hotel's staff break room.
As you had just settled into a chair, your mind busy with the day's hectic activities, when the door bursts open.
"Guess who aced her design mockup today?" Aina announced, her pastel pink hair and eclectic attire vibrant as always.
Your fatigue vanished at the sight of your bestfriend and roommate.
"Aina!" you exclaimed.
"Tell me everything."
"Later," Aina winked.
"I want to hear about your day. Any interesting guests?"
"Always," you chuckled, the true highlight of your day is this moment being with Aina.
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