Ava
“Well? What do you think?”
Chris’s deep voice echoed through the large, lavish hotel room from behind me as I slowly turned in a circle, taking it all in.
“Chris, this is… wow,” I breathed, unable to find the right words to even begin to describe it.
An ornate crystal chandelier hung from the vaulted ceiling, catching the fading evening light. A plush bed sat against the far wall, piled high with velvet and satin pillows. There was an entire seating area with a flat-screen television, a small kitchenette stocked fully with all kinds of coffees, teas, and finely-wrapped pastries.
And most of all, there was a large patio with our own personal heated infinity pool overlooking the city.
It was like something out of a movie, to say the least. A very expensive movie.
Chris chuckled
