Saphira wakes up and for a moment she doesn't know where she is. She gets out of bed and goes to the small bathroom. The hotel was modest, but had the luxury of having a bathroom in the room. She does her basic needs, takes a shower in the small closet, dry her body with the unexpectedly fluffy towel, brushes her teeth and dries her hair with the wall-mounted dryer.
When she returns to the bedroom, she opens one of the suitcases and takes off her clothes. Dressed, combed, with her soft makeup, she leaves the room, locks the door and goes down the stairs with the tray in her hand, where yesterday's dinner was served.
- Good morning Miss Green. – the hotel owner says.
- Good morning.
- The dining room is over there. – she says, pointing to a room at the back, accessed through a large dou
