The hotel room was incredible. It was getting harder and harder to make my mind understand that I wasn't going on vacation when everything made it seem like I was. The reception was great and Arvel had made a point of telling the staff that we were a couple in love. There were flowers and various treats on our bed. Perhaps, in other circumstances, I would have gotten angry with him and cursed him. But at that moment, I was thrilled. No one had ever done anything like that.
“These flowers smell wonderful,” I said, as I picked up the huge red bouquet on the bed. “Most places like to invest in synthetic flowers, but not this one. It seems that even the smell of this place is purer, more natural,” I said, noticing the rest of the environment. The smells didn't seem very artificial, quite diff
