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"Ooh, you must be Ms Lane!" Pale blonde hair framing a pixie-like face, complete with a picture-perfect, pink frangipani tucked behind one ear, captured Xan's attention before she dropped her gaze to the receptionist's name tag.
"Call me Xan, please, Heloise," she replied with a tight smile.
Heloise flashed a set of impossibly white teeth before smothering her giggle. "If you say so, Ms Lane...Xan. None of us were sure how to pronounce your name. Is it short for Alexandra?"
"No." Xan moistened her lips, suddenly wishing she'd had time to tidy herself up, and the drenching downpour hadn't helped matters. She was painfully aware of the difference between backpackers and this resort's elite clientele, and this vision of perfection whose only job was greeting guests brought it fi
