Chapter 4: The Dress!
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Camila’s POV
It was all complete madness, we were running from one place to another, and I even had to leave what I was doing to go buy the flowers that would decorate this person's room at the hotel.
"Excuse me, please," I said, passing through the people without damaging the rose petals.
I managed to reach the hotel, leaving a couple of petals on the street, but it's nothing; no one will notice.
"Camila, you finally arrived. You were taking too long."
"Sorry, the place was crowded."
The room looked amazing, the yellow lights gave it that rustic touch that reminded me of my father's room.
"Come, place them in these vases."
The sheets, pillows, carpets, everything was changed.
"Listen, it's time to leave, the guest has arrived."
We all left, picking up the cleaning utensils along the way, leaving no trace behind, everything looked sparkling and fresh.
"I'm curious about who it is, come Camila, let's stay here, I want to see."
A luxurious car arrives at the hotel entrance, elegantly dressed men open the vehicle's door, and we notice a very stylish leg. A woman emerges from the car, wearing a red dress with a fur coat on her shoulders.
"Mrs. Margot Preston, welcome to the Martin hotel, it's a pleasure to have you."
The manager, who wouldn't even greet her own mother, comes out of her office exclusively to greet this woman I don't recognize.
"Thank you, Mrs. Martin."
The woman lowers her sunglasses a bit and scrutinizes the place with a sour face.
"My brother recommended your establishment."
"Yes, Augusto was kind enough to help me during my days in Madrid. You see, I'm here for a very important event in the city, and my assistant was unable to book a hotel of... how should I put it, a better category. But I remembered that Augusto offered me this place a few months ago, so I had no other choice."
"You will feel comfortable here, we have the Premium room ready for you."
What a hypocrite Mrs. Martin is, I wouldn't smile so kindly at that woman after she disrespected my hotel.
"Bring my luggage to the room, be careful, I have valuable things in them."
"Of course, girls, you heard the lady!"
There is no bellhop at the hotel, no one responsible for special attentions to the guests.
My colleague and I went to the car for the luggage, and there were many; all of them from very expensive brands, I recognized some that are collectibles.
"What an arrogant woman, did you notice how she looked at the hotel? Ugh! I can't stand rich people because of that, they always look down on others."
I said nothing, the woman's reaction upon entering was uncomfortable for me too.
"Is this the Premium room? My dog's house is bigger, damn it! I should have made the reservation the same day I received the invitation to the business event in my office."
The woman walked through her room with a sour face, running her finger over the furniture to make sure they were clean.
"Do you need anything, Mrs. Preston? Do you want more flowers? Do you want them changed? What do you want?"
It annoyed me how the manager belittled herself in front of the plastic woman, even though she clearly had many years on her, her implants and extremely stretched face disguised it.
"No, it's fine. I'll only be staying for one night, I'm leaving tomorrow. By the way, my stylist will arrive at three in the afternoon, make sure he gets to the room."
"Of course, of course."
The manager was about to leave, but this guest made another request.
"Oh, Mrs. Martin. For lunch, I want a high-quality lobster, I would appreciate it if you personally ensure the quality of my food while I'm here, I don't want to have any stomach issues before such an important event."
"Of course!"
I don't know where she'll get something like that, the closest thing we have in the kitchen to seafood is fried fish, guests never ask for things that are not on the hotel menu. There are no high-end chefs either, God knows how they will prepare her high-quality lobster.
We left the room for Margot Preston to rest.
"Camila, I need you to go to the best restaurant and buy a lobster," the manager said, handing me her credit card.
So, during the day, the woman kept requesting things we didn't have, things the manager bought elsewhere with her own money to please this guest. I went out many times, so much that my legs were killing me.
"Camila, just dry the stairs on the second floor, I already helped you with the cleaning."
"Thanks, Maria."
They helped me with some of my cleaning tasks while I went out to buy things for Mrs. Preston.
I grabbed the hair dryer and walked up to the second floor, it was past noon, and I wanted to finish this to take my break, I needed it.
"Hey, girl."
I lifted my head and saw partially exposed legs at the top of the stairs.
"Mrs. Preston."The woman was wrapped in her bathrobe, she had a towel on her head and gigantic slippers.
"I need you to do something for me."
"Sure, what do you need?"
"I have to iron a dress, it was packed badly and has a few wrinkles."
"Oh, if you want, I can call someone from the laundry to do that."
"I don't want them to take my dress, it's just a few wrinkles, you can do it."
I wanted to buy some time, while I finished what I was doing and looked for someone to do what she asked.
"Alright, as soon as I finish, I'll come to you."
"No, I need it now."
The woman crosses her arms and looks at me, I had no choice but to leave the hairdryer on the side and go upstairs with her.
We entered her room and she points to the dress hanging on the hanger.
"Look, it has some wrinkles."
"Where?" I asked, stepping closer to see them.
"Here, I can't go to that event with these wrinkles."
She takes out the iron from the bathroom, which the hotel provides for them to iron their clothes themselves, because we don't do these things, I don't know how to do it either.
"Here, remove the wrinkles."
"Mrs. Prestos, the thing is..."
The phone rings and the front desk announces that the stylist has arrived.
"Oh! Fabricio is here, hurry, girl! I need him to see the dress on me so he can finalize the makeup."
"Yes, ma'am."
The woman was starting to frustrate me.
"Well, I don't think it's that complicated, how difficult can it be?"
I looked at the iron and pressed the button, which turned red indicating that it was already on. I tested the plate and it started to heat up gradually, I carefully passed it over the dress; I was afraid, I didn't want to burn it.
"Here I am, Margot!" the man shouts.
"Fabricio!"
The man enters the room with a bunch of things in his hands.
"There's no one to help with this, it's terrible! I had to carry it myself, can you believe it?"
"I know, it's awful. But I had nowhere else to stay. Girl, you... the maid!"
I looked back, still doubting that she was referring to me in that way.
"Yes, you. Come, help my stylist with his things."
"Yes, ma'am," I said, clenching my jaw.
I left the iron on the dress and ran to assist the delicate man who couldn't handle a couple of makeup boxes.
"Leave that here, carefully. I have very expensive palettes over there."
I left everything where the man told me to.
"What's that smell?" Margot asks, coming out of the bathroom.
"There's a strange burning smell... Oh, my dress!"
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