"Welcome, Madame. Can I get you anything?" Gaston bowed low as Salma stepped into the suite, startling her. She'd forgotten that the man was in the suite. He simply smiled at her as she placed her hand on her chest, bowing low once more.
"Bonjour, Gaston." she smiled at the man, slowing her breathing. He was holding a feather duster, standing by the centre table. He was still wearing a tuxedo. "I'm sorry, you just startled me that's all." she said, placing her handbag on the centre table he'd just finished dusting. "How was your day?" she asked.
"Um, it was splendid, Madame." Gaston said, slightly taken aback. He'd forgotten the last time someone bothered to ask him about his day. "How was yours?"
"It was fine." Salma lied. She'd spent half the day wondering where the hell her husband
