(Rachel’s pov)
My vision was blurring every passing minute as I forced the shots down my throat.
“Any room available?” I inquired the lady at the reception.
“Miss, please give me your ID.”
I passed over my bag to her. Looking at her irritated expression, my mind could figure it wasn’t the right step, so I searched through my bag and handed over my Citizen ID.
“Here's your card.” She offered.
I almost snatched it and walked right towards the lift. The steps got heavier since the alcohol was kicking in. My eyes were on the verge of tearing as I recollected the sight of Andrew leaving while I was still kneeling with a ring for him.
Getting into the lift, my eyes looked down at the suite number.
“66” I rubbed my eyes.
Reaching the 6th floor wasn’t a hassle since all that neede
