When Michelle went on vacation, she went on vacation. Her years living in Italy and with the La Fratta name made her more eager to book first class flights and spend time in world-class resorts. Her favorite change of pace was the Burj al-Harba resort in Dubai. Much warmer weather, clear skies, and exceptional service. Except for the occasional sandstorm, any guest would feel like the entire city was a manufactured experience. She took a few modes of communication that linked her to her favorite people, but other than that, Michelle left all of her work back in Italy and France.
She even left Hadrian behind.
Michelle arrived and was greeted by the staff. She knew she wasn't one of the more prolific regulars to the resort, but the staff always impressed her with knowing her name, her needs, and anything she might have had in tow. Michelle's bags trailed behind her as she entered the resort lobby. Dressed in shorts, sandals, and a flowing top, she made her way to the front desk. However, Michelle stopped in her tracks.
A line snaked from the front desk to nearly the front door. She had reached the end of a line that usually didn't exist at the resort. What was happening in Dubai this weekend?