Chapter 8

• Renee felt like a sack of damp laundry being dragged across the floor. Leah and Chloe had an arm each, hoisting her quickly towards the lifts, while Clara walked ahead, casting anxious glances over her shoulder. The hotel lobby, minutes ago the stage for her humiliating collapse, was now a silent, accusing space.
• “We need to get her a proper covering,” Chloe muttered, wringing her hands. “Someone’s going to call security again if they see her looking like this.”
• “The state of her feet,” Leah hissed, pulling Renee along sharply. “Honestly, Renee, how could you be so utterly dramatic? Begging him on the floor like that! You know how Kelvin hates a scene.”