Chapter Twenty-Four: Spain Pt 2
The Salvatore hotel in Barcelona was the kind of beautiful that made you stop moving for a second when you walked through the doors. Marble floors. High ceilings with warm lighting. Staff who moved with the quiet efficiency of people who understood that their job was to make everything feel effortless for the guests. Fresh flowers on every surface. The kind of hotel that communicated, without saying a word, that you were somewhere that took itself seriously. She thought about the small apartment with the third burner that didn’t work. She thought about Brian eating crackers and an egg and calling it a very good egg. She straightened her spine and followed Enzo to the elevator. Their rooms were on the same floor — across the corridor from each other. Enzo stopped at her door while she
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