Chapter 38 Our Chefs Are Amazing

• “I hate to admit it… but this is magical!” Taylor spun in a slow circle, her eyes wide. “I wish Vera was here to witness this beauty.”
• The room looked like something out of a historic film, tall carved ceilings, old golden frames hung on the walls, candles sat in glass holders but glowed with soft electricity.
• The floors were smooth marble, and the walls were painted with delicate frost patterns that looked hand-drawn. Despite its ancient charm, the room had modern touches, a sound system built into the walls, a minibar in the corner, and two huge canopy beds draped in white silk.