Tracy’s POV
By ten AM the next morning we were standing in front of the Madrid airport Spain, we waved down a cab which took us to the hotel Riley booked earlier.
“Woah, this place is huge!!!!” Gracie shouted.
“It sure is” I added.
One of the hotel staff approached us, after a little introduction she took us to where we would be staying.
“This is so f*****g nice” Gracie said taking pictures and making videos of the place. “I’m so glad mum let me come here” she added.
“Young lady, watch your language”
“I'm sorry”
Gracie is so different from her mother, unlike her mother who is so quiet and too reserved, she is so outgoing and says whatever comes to her mind, it has only being less than twenty four hours since we met yet she has been trying her best to relate with all of us as thoug
