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“No”

Marie looked stern for the first ti you need to do is read the pans of altitude sickness Proht away if you have any questions or have any of the warning symptoms”

Sabela appreciated her concern “I will I promise”

“Good Then I’ll leave you to it”

None of it seeh the open door, and Marie closed it gently behind her Sabela hardly noticed She was too caught up in the wonderland she’d just walked into

Like every other roo view of the mountains all around theht, or at least she assuht then the sky was dark and foreboding, as if even nature arning her that there was so in this isolated place

But the eren’t what held her attention

The roo as her entire apartment Sleek wood floors peppered with plush carpets ithout i set off the decorative s of the walls The furniture was sturdy and decorated with expert carving

Much of that furniture, she presumed from the look of it, was antique, probably priceless like the desk Marie mentioned, which Sabela ad it Only so

So this hat it was like not to have to worry about money

Step by step she explored her roo off it One went to a huge bedrooet lost in it The linens were soft, finer than any she’d ever felt

There was another doorway that led into a luxurious bathroos of the rest of the chalet, while adding in e,tub, and a sunken jacuzzi that would have easily seated six

Lengthy countertops were lined with all kinds of lotions and soaps and oils Everything was suited for her skin and hair type

Just outside the bathrooasped at all of the clothes on the hangers and the shoes lining the walls Had someone else lived here and left all their clothes behind?

As she explored the clothing, she noted that the bright colors were suited to her taste, and the further in she went, the more colors she discovered

Purples, oranges, deep blues, creamy whites, ivories, solid blacks

Sabela didn’t need to look at the label to know that they were all designer made, and that some of them were couture

They were to her h clothes in there to lasta combination twice Sabela wasn’t sure what to make of it

Were these beautiful clothes for her? She hoped so, and for more reason than the desirability of the clothes the to wear, not having been allowed to pack anything before leaving home

Next to the vast closet was a rooe vanity and plush, cushioned furniture She knew right away this was a dressing rooed cosmetics and perfuh toiletries in the place to meet the needs of ten spoiled princesses

Was all this for her? She was no princess She was nothing but an ordinary waitress She couldn’t ione to for someone like her

With so much to see and explore, Sabela wasn’t tired any day of travel could derail her excitement Like a kid in a toy store, she’d been let loose into a fantasy

This suite was her personal retreat within a retreat If Sabela weren’t so concerned by Colin’s hed with joy

Why was Colin doing this for her? She’d been so sure that he’d brought her here for failure to repay the money he’d sent, but these rooms, all the stuff in it — this was more reward than punishment

As long as she pretended to be his girlfriend

She warned herself not to forget that part She had to repay her obligation, but pretending to be a girlfriend couldn’t be all he wanted

After fulfilling her proh the pamphlet about altitude sickness, she tried to take a nap Not long afterward, unable to sleep and knowing that she was expected for dinner, Sabela decided to run a bath

Just toif it was okay to use all the toiletries Marie had quickly texted back that it all was Sabela’s, to do with as she pleased