Chapter 44: The Logan
Eleanor’s POV.
“Well, if this isn’t a surprise,” my mother greets me.
Her eyes glide up my body, taking in my slacks and blouse. Their wrinkled appearance causes her overly-botoxed face to wrinkle in disapproval. Her freshly plumped lips land on my cheek, the loud smack of her kiss loud in my ear. Forcing myself to not flinch, I pull back with a bright smile on my face.
“Sorry for not calling in advance,” I apologize to my mother.
Not surprising, my mother’s room at The Logan is large. The suite is located on the top floor. The king-size bed is pristinely made and not a single thing is out of place. A bouquet of fresh flowers sat on top of the small table by the window.
“Well, you’re here now,” she says sitting at the table. “Might as well join me.”
“These are beautiful flowers,” I compliment the overwhelming bouquet of white flowers that swallows up the center of the small table.