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Daniela
“And this is your room,” Armand Rossini, my new boss and crush, says a bit grandly as he unlocks the tall, paneled wood door.
The small suite on the other side doesn’t look like servants’ quarters, though it is tucked in next to Laura’s bedroom. The single long room, with a door to a bathroom on the far end, consists of a sitting room and bedroom with a tiny kitchenette near the front door. The high ceiling and gleaming windows give it an airy, romantic look. The brass bed, with its amber and white bedding, stands as the centerpiece to the whole space.
I pause a few steps past the doorway and look around, my one shabby bag of good clothes clutched in my hands. Armand hasn’t commented on the sight of the bag, my umbrella, or my aging car, which he had me drive around through t
