Rhapsodies

The trip to the hotel had been a blur to Olive. Everything had gone so fast and smoothly. It was as if everyone was expecting them. At the hotel, it went so smoothly. The lady at reception just handed Ms. Nyx their room keys without so much as a glance at them. They hardly had to slow down.
More than once, she wished that she knew what was going on. Admittedly Mr. Fitzpatrick would explain everything every time she asked, but he always assumed she knew as many words as he did… and he said them all, far too quickly.
After the third time, she gave up and tried asking Ms. Nyx. But all she ever did was smile in a mysterious way that made Olive nervous. It was probably all need to know, anyway.