"Right away."

"Right away, Ms. Marquez." The Receptionist said, "Shall I also call your mother, too?"

"Yes, I think you -" Ali stopped as she realized what The Receptionist just asked. "What did you just say?"

"You did arrive with your mother, correct?" The Receptionist asked, confusion in his voice. "Or perhaps your father? We only take reservations from guests eighteen and older."

"'Eighteen and old-' I'M TWENTY-FIVE!" Ali screeched, stomping her foot as she blushed in a mixture of anger and humiliation. She was actually being mistaken for a child again?!

The Receptionist looked Ali up and down before giving a frown. "Young Lady, I am trying to help you. So please, stop throwing a tantrum and tell me where you're parents are."

"I AM NOT THROWING A TANTRUM, YOU FUCKING ASS!" Ali screamed, ironically throwing a tantrum as she stomped her feet and hit her thighs with her hands. Ali was completely unaware that she was drawing a crowd with her outburst. "I AM an adult! Do you hear me?! An adult!"

"Well, from where I'm standing, you are a little trouble maker who thought she could sneak into our resort and cause havoc."

"That’s not true!"

"Oh no? Prove it then!" The Receptionist challenged.