Anger

~ a Few minutes later –

Elma sauntered out of the elephant-sized bathroom— there was a helluva space for everything in that place including a spare cabinet for toilet paper! Elma did enjoy having a cold water bath. The water pouring out of the shower had felt so good on her skin that she almost wanted to put down a mattress that ensured she never get out of there. If wishes were horses…

Something more demanding began to bother her mind. She could not fathom the reason behind Riccardo's silence over their travels so far. Like why was she there? Lolling at a fancy Resort that not only had the cutest shower rain she'd ever been in but also a cozy bathtub for added effect, on an island, and in the middle of freaking nowhere?! I mean, Riccardo wouldn't even share rooms!

Elma picked up a white comfy robe and flung it about her partially -wet body while running a mini short towel through her scalp. Her hair was soaking wet.