Inside the presidential suite, Florence helped Dahlia onto the bed and took off the younger woman's shoes. She then went to grab a basin of warm water to wipe Dahlia down.

"Mom, I feel horrible. I want some water." Dahlia lay on the bed weakly, feeling parched.

"Water won't work. I'll get you some milk. Wait here." Florence made up an excuse and quickly left the room, bumping into Luis straight away.

"How's Dahlia doing, Mrs. Nicholson?"

"She's fine. Nothing a night's sleep won't fix." F