The Palm, Atlantis Resort, Dubai.
Derek pulled up to the entrance of the Atlantis hotel and alights; he goes over to the other side and opens the butterfly door of the BMW for Amara.
"Thank you," she said taking his hands and alighting from the car.
A smart looking valet in a blue and white uniform approached them.
"Good morning sir and madam, welcome to the Atlantis."
"Thanks, we have some luggage in the back," Derek said.
"Let me get one of our staff to take care of that," he said and ran off.
"This place is so beautiful," Amara said looking up at the 23 floor edifice in awe.
"You've not even seen half of it."
"Sir, here he is, he will take your bags up to your hotel rooms," the valet appeared with a lanky Indian young man pushing a trunk cart.
"Good day sir and madam. My name is Abhay," he said with a broad smile and extending his hands for a handshake.