She turned away from the view and opened the third drawer in her desk, pulling out a stack of black-and-white photos of Locanda Sordou from the 1960s. Someone had taken color slides too—luckily—and using those, along with vintage magazine articles from Life and Paris Match, she and Max were able to design the new hotel. Bright greens and pale blues, with touches of pink and orange, had been the original color scheme, and they stayed faithful to that. Those happy colors would be a perfect match for the white stone and marble floors and the cream-colored walls. The Le Bons had gone over budget, of course. The architect, when he saw Cat-Cat’s file of clippings, fabric swatches, and tile samples, warned her that she would. But Cat-Cat hardly listened, because here, at Sordou, it belonged to them. They had saved and worked hard—always for other people—in order to someday run their own hotel. Their goal had been to own a hotel by the time they were fifty; Max was fifty-one and Cat-Cat had just turned fifty in March.
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