Spitfire II

Elma continued on her way toward the elevator that had brought her up to that floor. Her mood was thoroughly messed with and it was all Riccardo's fault.

'Well, I hope I don't have any reason to see him until the day ends. He is such a sadist!' she thought to herself as she soon arrived at her destination. She climbed out of the lift and started her walk toward her room number. 1065.

"What the hell?" Elma reached near the door to find a bouquet of crimson-colored roses lying in state, along with a note which was carefully screwed into the hinges of her door. Her mouth flew open as she took out the note and read it.

|I did not think we ended things on a good note, yesterday. I decided to make atonement for it. Will you be down at the beach later today for Mauricio's actual party? I hope you can make it.

- Your Secret Admirer,

Mister X|