Paris 1
I nod, and he takes it. I can't see much of the city because it's too dark. When we arrive at the hotel, he opens the door for me, and I step out. The Four Seasons Hotel is beautiful. "I'll send your luggage to your room, miss," the driver says, and I walk to the front desk. "Hi, I'm Clarabelle Daves. I'm here to check in," I say, showing my passport. The receptionist smiles at me. "Good morning, Miss Clarabelle. I have your key card here. I hope your stay with us is to your liking," she says and gives me my key card. It says "Penthouse Suite." Fancy, I must say. I walk to the elevator, and there is a bellman in the elevator. "Where to, miss?" he asks. "The penthouse, please," I say, and he shows me my key card and nods and sees the button "P" and scans a card. I guess not everyone can go
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