her groggy, sleep-swollen eyes as she looked around the brightly lit lobby. “Daddy… are we at the hotel room yet?”
Ethan kissed her forehead gently. “Yeah, sweetie. We’re heading up right now.”
Lupita took a step forward, gesturing to the elevator. “If you’d like, sir, I can escort you and the little girl up to the suite myself. I’ll bring the vase up and get her a warm glass of milk.”
Lily looked at Lupita with the innate, uncorrupted intuition of a child who recognizes safety without needing an introduction. “Can you carry my bunny too?”
Lupita smiled warmly. “Your bunny is getting the V.I.P. treatment tonight, sweetheart.”
For the first time all evening, a genuine smile crossed Ethan’s face.
But Robert, desperate to salvage his position, tried to step between them. “Mr. Vance, please allow me to handle this internally. I’m certain Patricia and Karla were simply
