The drive to the hotel was quite a long one. It took almost an hour to get there.
Katherine squinted at the hotel signboard, then glanced over the surrounding. It is a nice hotel indeed.
She could see the beach not far from here, it was still jam-packet with tourists at this time of the day.
Naturally, someone helped with her luggage as she got off the car.
Peter booked a suite for her, with windows where she could overlook the beach.
Katherine took a walk around the room, and then opened the window to let the breeze in. She tried to
empty her mind, of how indifferent Marshall was on the plane.
They would probably never come across each other again, thinking this much would only distress
herself.
Someone came knocking at the door a few minutes later.
It was the hotel manager, who came to invite Katherine to the bonfire party tonight.
“Bonfire Party?” Katherine frowned.
“Right,” the manager replied with a smile, “It’s a tradition here at our hotel, and every guest is
welcomed to the party.”
Katherine thought about it for a sec, and then nodded. “I’ll be there.”
The manager carried a present box in his hands. “You’re our premium guest, and we have a special gift
for you. We carefully choose each present to make sure that no gift is the same with another.”
Katherine took the box after giving it few glances.
Smiling, the manager took a bow, and then left.
Katherine closed the door, returned to her bedroom and unwrapped the box. Inside it was a slip dress
with some floral patterns on it. It looked kind of sexy. She ran her fingers through the surface, the textile
was nice.
The whole point of her trip was to relax and loosen herself. She took a deep breath and decided to
attend the party tonight.
She took a bath, and called the room service. All dressed up, she reclined on the bed looking at her
phone to check if there’s any news about her divorce with Marshall on the Internet.
Marhsall’s grandpa made quite a splash for their wedding, drawing tons of attention on the Internet.
Katherine was in kind of a stew now that they’re divorced. Luckily, she found no news about their
divorce on the Internet. Seemed like no one else had found out about the it.
Katherine was relieved, and sat there and thought.
That’s right, divorce is not something to be proud of.
Compared with her, Marshall may be more reluctant for the public to know about it.
The Grant Group was prominent in various sectors, a marriage lasting no longer than a year would
surely had a bad impact on company image.
She felt much more comfortable now. When the food was served, she sat cross-legged on the bed and
devoured the meal as the wind breeze brushed through her hair. She lost her appetite back on the
plane when she saw Marshall’s poker-face. The coke was the only thing she had ever had on the
plane.
She lied down after the meal and did not wake up until the dusk. And it was the pandemonium outside
that woke her.
Katherine crawled up and checked through the window. Beneath her, the hotel was filled with people,
all of them heading towards the beach. Seemed like the bonfire party was about to begin. The party
should be fun with so many guests living in this hotel. Hurriedly, she got to her feet and washed her
face to freshen herself.
She’s going to have a revelry, to hell with divorce, to hell with Marshall Grant. Get out of her way! All of
them!
She wore some light make up this time. Matching with the dress, she looked innocent, innocent in a
way that sparks sinful thoughts. Then she braided her hair in two strands and let then tumble down
over her shoulders. Well, appearance-wise, she could not be any more perfect.
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