Standing beside Gavin, she tried not to gawk at the ornate luxury of the hotel. It looked like a palace to her. With marble floors, Venetian glass mirrors adorning the walls and an ornately gilded, Frescoed ceiling, it looked like something out of a fairy tale. It was certainly the grandest place she’d ever been. Gavin smiled at her. “I believe I’ve been under utilizing Ronan for years. I thought he was all brawn, but it appears his skills as a travel agent are unparalleled.” “This doesn’t faze you at all, does it? Luxury like this is simply the norm for you,” she noted. Taking the keys from the clerk, he allowed the bellman to take their bags. Ronan was already holding an elevator for them. “I wouldn’t say that. This is beautiful, certainly grand by any standard. But, perhaps I have become a bit jaded.” Libby looked around the lobby again, taking in the exquisite artwork and the magnificent details.
