CLEO’S POV
—
“How does this work?” Gizelle asks while I’m calling Mitsy’s number. “Hello?” She answers, sounding like she’s been awake for hours. “Can you quickly book me another ticket home? Preferably the seat next to mine.” I ask, watching as Gizelle’s eyebrows raise as she stares at me baffled. “Give me a minute,” I could hear her typing on her laptop and I sit on the hotel bed, my one leg crossed over the other. Her grunting makes me glance around the room, it’s never good news when she grunts. “What?” I ask impatiently, “There are no two seats available, there are in first class,”, “Could you book that for me?” I ask, hoping Gizelle didn’t overhear her. “Sure, for this evening?”, “Yep,”, “Consider it done, I’ll send you the details.”, “Thank you,” I beam and end the call. “Done,” I
