As the elevator doors closed, I felt a mix of emotions tightening in my chest—disappointment, anger, but most of all, resolve. I was done being underestimated, even by my own family. It was time to remind Marcus and Isla who I really was.
The suite I had reserved for myself was cozy, more than enough for a woman of seventy-two who had spent her life working tirelessly to build a legacy. I sat at the edge of the plush bed, taking a moment to gather my thoughts. Memories of cleaning motel rooms and working late nights at the diner flooded back, fueling my determination. I had earned every cent that had gone into acquiring Ocean Crest Resort. I was not just a maid; I was the owner.
With newfound resolve, I changed into a simple yet elegant outfit, one that suited a woman of my status. I glanced in the mirror, seeing not just an old woman, but a formidable business owner ready to reclaim her dignity.
