CHRISTY SLATE
Three months and the renovations and construction to the hotel is back on track. The designers are at it again. Faffing over everything and bickering about the color schemes and lamp shades. Sebastian and William are steering well clear of the hotel to avoid any unnecessary conflict, leaving me in charge of supervising.
The third and fourth floors are back in business. The bomb’s impact didn’t reach those levels. All the workforce who got injured on that day is also back. I just don’t notice the young Lycan anywhere. Maybe he’s on another shift.
I am also packing at home for the move to the penthouse. Sorting through the years of gatherings and memories, is leaving my emotions to take a rollercoaster ride. Some are good and others not to good. Some sad and other
