Last is a woman in a navy dress, holding a tablet.
“This is Vida. Guest relations manager.”
Vida smiles warmly. “My job is making sure our guests feel like royalty.”
“Vida focuses particularly on VIP experiences,” Diana explains. “Personalized services, special requests, celebrity accommodations.”
“Basically,” Vida says, “if a movie star wants strawberries flown in from Paris at midnight, I figure out how to make that happen.”
I blink. “Really?”
“Really,” she confirms.
“That’s … amazing.”
Then the realization hits me.
I glance between them.
Estelle.
Taron.
Mabree.
Jayson.
Vida.
“That’s … a lot of managers.”
The words slip out before I can stop them.
Silence falls.
Diana turns slowly toward me.
Her smile is polite.
But tight.
“These managers report to me, and I report directly to the hotel’s general manager,” she says coolly. “Each one is crucial to maintaining the Belicourt’s reputation.”
Ah.
Right.
I nod quickly. “Of course.”
She smooths a hand down her blazer.
“Speaking of which …” Her eyes shift toward the entrance of the great hall. “Perfect timing.”
I follow her gaze.
A man is walking across the hall.
And suddenly, I understand why everyone in the room seems to subtly shift their posture.
