Julia stepped out of her cab, not knowing what to expect of the hotel that awaited her. What she saw, however, was beyond any expectations that she could have had. The hotel that stood before her was lavish and tall, making her gasp in awe. The idea that someone could afford to stay here, and chose to spend that money on her and who knows how many others, was simply astounding. She shook herself out of her trance, attempting to clear the awe that was clouding her original concern for what she was doing here.
Making her way towards the hotel, Julia thought back to the letter she received, which was currently hidden in her jacket pocket. Who could have sent it, and why would they bring her here of all places? Who else was coming and why was it a secret? She was so lost in thought she didn't realise she had reached the front desk.
"Excuse me, ma'am, can I help you with anything?" a gentleman asked tentatively, bringing her back to the present.
"Yes, sorry," Julia apologised, completely forgetting what she came here for. She paused, remembering her purpose, "I came to check in, but I'm not really sure how to go about this because I didn't book the accommodation." She held out the letter, hoping he would know what she was talking about.
"Ah yes, of course," he replied, scanning the letter with his eyes as if he was examining it. She breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that at least one of them knew what was going on. He read aloud her room details as he handed them and the letter to her, then directed her towards the elevator.
"Thank you so much," Julia responded, picking up her bags and heading off in the direction she had been told.