It's irrational to be jealous this way, obsessive. Julienne knows that; she's been to so many child psychologists, courtesy of parents then relatives, and they've always said that Julienne was a girl prone to cries for attention. So she's quieted herself, stopped acting out, and learned to wear an epidermal silence.
A woman, in crisp uniform white and gold, comes by to inquire if she needs anything. Julienne stares at her uncomprehending, then, "Do you have a room?"
"How many nights, miss?"
"Just one. No. Three?"
She is ushered to the reception, where she is informed they have nothing cheaper than a premier. The price would have made her blanch if she didn't deal with figures more ridiculous every day at the shop. Still not something she can afford on a whim, but she can hardly back ou
