A car awaited the couple at the airport. And Antonio and Tara first went to one of the most luxurious hotels of New York.
“Is this where we’re staying?” She asked him in awe of her surroundings. Her parents had money sure, but not that kind of money.
“No,” he told her almost distractedly, as he checked his phone, “this is where we’ll be eating. Surely you don’t consider that thing you ate on the plane a proper lunch.”
“Oh okay,” she said in a slightly dejected tone.
“We’re eating here because it’s the closest one I found to the airport, mi reina,” he then told her softly while the maitre d’hotel led them to the restaurant. “We’ll be spending the night at The Ritz.”
“The Ritz,” she all but choked on her own saliva. It was hands down the most prestigious hotels of New York, and defin
