As he spoke, Reuben gave Maria a meaningful Look.

His gaze betrayed what he was thinking as he glanced at Maria's dirty canvas shoes.

Barbara and Maria headed to the reception hall of the guesthouse and approached the front desk.

Naturally, Barbara went first, practically shoving Maria out of the way with a smirk. However, as soon as the receptionist handed Barbara her room card, the latter's face fell.

“Room 802. A standard room?”