I pushed open the heavy double doors of the penthouse, and cool air rushed out to greet us. Jasmine stepped in first, then Kim, then Tessa, each dragging a suitcase. Their eyes went wide as they took in the marble foyer, the crystal chandelier, the bronze sculpture twisting up from the center table. Two maids in black uniforms paused their dusting and bowed slightly.
Jasmine dropped her bag. "This place is unreal."
Tessa was already moving. "I call the room with the balcony." Her voice echoed down a hallway.
"I think every room has a balcony," I chuckled. "But I might be mistaken."
Kim headed for the kitchen. "There is a wine fridge in the island." A delighted squeal followed.
The driver wheeled in the last suitcase, gave me a nod, and stepped back. I slipped a hundred into his palm. "Thanks for the lift."
He tipped his cap and left.
