CAROLINE
This space looks familiar.
It's the hotel I used to work at a few years ago. The 'shabby' hotel as Malcolm's mother would always say.
"You picked this one from a shabby hotel and think you can make her a wife? Over my dead body, Malcom!"
I barely remember her words these days but tonight, all I can hear is Malcolm's sweet and gentle voice. The very first time we met, he didn't hesitate to throw me a smile to flatter me and catch my attention.
The image lasts only for a fleeting moment before he's kissing me and picking me up in his arms. What was supposed to be a one-night stand, turned into several and I found myself drowning in his affection and looking forward to his weekly visits.
The 'shabby' hotel became his home and his room, well… let's just say it was easy to get to
