Chapter 35
The hotel's grand lounge buzzed with low music and soft, rich laughter in the hall. Warm golden lights hung from the ceiling, casting a yellowish glow over the room as the clinking of glasses and murmured conversations filled the air. Waiters in black vests walked through elegantly dressed guests, balancing glasses of champagne on trays in their hands.
Katherine stood near the entrance, tablet in hand, her black satin dress hugging her curves perfectly. Her wavy hair was perfectly in a kept donut, done with hairpins, with a few strands curling gently down the side of her face while short fringe stopped above her brows.
Katherine looked poised, confident, breathtaking—like she was in charge of the mini event. Well, she was the hotel manager. She greeted guests with a professional smile and gracious nods, occasionally jotting notes on the tablet she held.
