“Yeah,” I said, and almost laughed. “Thank you. Really.”
She nodded, the small nod of one tired woman to another, and waited.
“You can modify any of it.”
“I’d like to move one of our guests to a separate room,” I said. “My MIL. Something smaller, down the hall.”
Nina didn’t blink.
“I can do that. Same floor, three doors down. I’ll have housekeeping move her things in the morning.”
“Also,” I said, “please remove her charging privileges from our suite. And cancel the spa and dining package that was added under her name.”
Nina’s fingers paused for half a second. Then she kept typing.
“Done.”
“I’d like to move one of our guests.”
“One more thing. I want to book a private boat trip for tomorrow. Just my husband, our kids, and I. And a kids’ club session in the afternoon.”
“Consider it booked,” Nina said.
I thanked her and went back upstairs, my heart quiet for the first time since we arrived.
