Chapitre 45: Shaving His What Now?

Natalie exchanged a concerned look with Alonso when the urgent knocking on their room door persisted.

"I'll get that," he said as she scooted out of his lap and onto the mattress.

Alonso opened the door and then widened it, allowing Juan to enter with a tray of peculiar items.

What's all this?

On the tray sat a vintage mirror that could fetch a fortune in an auction. Next to it stood a holder with a sharp-looking straight razor accompanied by a silver bowl filled with water and a transparent can of what seemed to be shaving cream. What raised Natalie's concern even more was the cryptic exchange of glances between Juan and the unusually silent Alonso.

"Mr. Juan? Are you here to perhaps give my husband a morning shave?" She wondered aloud, but the look on her husband's face told her that her assumption was wrong.

"I am not here for such a thing, madam. The president sent me here requesting your presence in the garden."