Bianca stepped out of the cab, pulling her jacket close. The night was chilly, and she didn’t want anyone to glimpse her attire. She stepped into the hotel foyer, taking in the interior. While it certainly wasn’t the most extravagant, it had a stately ambience. It was the perfect atmosphere for Gus, who always acted so stoic.
But she knew the reality. He was actually quite soft and endearing. At least, when they were together, he always treated her with care and concern for her comfort. That was how she knew she would succeed. Gus would never reject her once they stood face-to-face, with no one else looking.
Bianca marched up to the front desk, “I need the key for room 208.”
“Um, are you staying here?” the clerk at the counter asked.
“It’s my husband’s room, Fergus Kimball.”
The cler
