90: Yvette

Leaving for the airport at 5am to catch my 8 hours flight to Milan is exhausting. Finally arriving at the hotel close to midnight, local time, I can't wait to put my body in a flat surface that's bigger than that business class seat.

"This way, Miss Tanner," the bellboy gestures his hand towards the left that I nod and smile at him, following his footsteps that later brings me to the elevator.

There are a few other guests taking the same elevator and whenever we stop at a floor, I get anxious as I don't remember what floor we are going to; right after the receptionist handed over the key card, I just dropped it into my bag along with my wallet and phone. Considering I'm bringing a large tote bag, and that key card could've been deep underneath other stuff, I resort to using the bellboy's card instead of rummaging my bag in front of others.

Finally, after everyone has gone to their floor, the elevator dings and I open my tired eyes, half yawning, "We're here?"

"Yes, Miss Tanner," h