Mathilda's POV

“Mathilda!”

A man’s voice—none other than Hans—called out to me as the driver opened the car door in front of the Pacific Palm Hotel lobby. Hans looked delighted as he approached me, his eyes even sparkling.

“Hi, have you been waiting long? There was a bit of trouble, an accident, so there was some traffic,” I said.

“No, I just got here too. Come on, let’s go inside. Some people are already waiting for you.”

Hans extended his hand and helped me out. The atmosphere was lively, and