Laura
As we stepped out of the elevator into the grand lobby of the hotel, my sandals clicking softly against the marble floor. The morning sunlight streamed in through the tall glass windows, bathing everything in a golden glow.
"There they are," a familiar voice suddenly exclaimed and we all looked in the direction at once.
It was my husband, standing near the concierge desk. He was chatting with a staff member who was scrolling through his phone. The staff left immediately while jake approached us, a broad smile breaking across his face.
"Jake!" My Aunt greeted warmly. "You didn't have to come down." She let out.
"Oh, but I did," Jake said smoothly, flashing one of his signature grins. "How could I let my beautiful wife's family leave without seeing them off properly?"
Arlene rolled her eyes dramatically. "Smooth, Jake. Real smooth."
He chuckled and opened his arms. "Come on, bring it in."