“Yep,” Abbie says as she glances around the room, totally awestruck, “We’re in heaven.”
“Miss D’Angelo,” one of the guards says to get my attention. “You’re suite is next door.”
I look at Abbie. “I’ll be back.”
“Hurry,” she squeals.
I follow the guard next door and smile brightly when I see my suite has a different color scheme from Abbie’s. Where hers is bathed in pale purple and gold furnishings, mine is royal blue and silver.
The colors instantly make me think of Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome.
Both suites have a fireplace, sofas to lounge on, eighty-five-inch TVs, an exquisite coffee table, and marble statues that remind me of Rome.
“Your keycard, Miss D’Angelo,” the guard says.
With a smile, I take it from him. “Thank you.”
As soon as I’m alone, I hurry to the bedroom and shriek when I see how gorgeous it is. A kingsized bed stands on a platform with three steps to the floor. The steps, the platform, and the moldings all have intricate classical patterns, lending an antique feel to all the luxury.
I love it.
God, do I love it.
The bedspread is to die for, the fabric softer than silk, and the pillows are plush. There’s a desk opposite the bed and expansive floor-to-ceiling windows.
Walking closer, my jaw practically drops to the floor as I stare at the gardens below. To the right of the grounds, I see a trail disappear beneath a canopy of trees, and to the left is a maze with tiny white flowers blossoming on the hedges.
There are pathways all over the grounds, each one separated by a beautiful bed of flowers. There are also patches of manicured grass, benches, and water fountains.
This place is colossal. I don’t think I’ll ever get bored here.
Abbie is going to die when she sees this.
Abbie!
Darting out of my suite, I shove my keycard in my bra because my tight pants don’t have pockets. I quickly knock on her door, and when she opens, she grabs my hand and yanks me inside.
“Did you see the view?” she shrieks, dragging me over to the balcony.
Excitedly she starts pointing at the gardens. “I’m painting that first. Then that. And that. And oh my freaking God, can you imagine how beautiful it must be beneath that canopy of trees!”
Laughing, I hook my arm through hers and admire the view. “When I saw it, I just knew you were going to want to paint it.”
“This place is amazing,” she breathes, then she turns to look at me. “What does your suite look like?”
“The same layout but royal blue and silver décor. I wonder if my mother asked specifically for those colors?”
She tilts her head, an amused expression on her face. “Of course she did.” Winking at me, she adds, “Only the best for her little girl.”
I roll my eyes at her. “Hopefully, my parents will soon realize I’m not a little girl anymore.”
“I seriously doubt that.” Abbie gestures to the door. “Let’s explore!”
“Yes. I’m excited to see everything.” When we walk across the living room, I ask, “Do you have your keycard?”
“Shit.” Abbie darts toward the bedroom, and a minute later, comes back with the black and gold card. “Where did you put yours?”
“My bra,” I chuckle.