Vivienne POV
Vivienne approached the front desk, her heels clacking on the shiny white marble floor. The Walton Hotel was breathtaking, just like she’d imagined. Giant crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a soft glow over the grand lobby. In the middle, a beautiful fountain bubbled quietly, surrounded by rich leather chairs and expensive-looking artwork. Everything screamed luxury.
The receptionist gave her a bright smile. “Are you here for the hotel convention?”
“Yes, Vivienne Wood,” she replied, smiling back. She had worked hard to get a spot at this convention, calling in a few favors. When she saw that Jack Walton, the owner of the Walton hotel chain, would be speaking, she knew she had to be there. The man was an expert in hospitality. Everyone knew of his hotels. Eve
