A hotel, Aspen had heard it said, that was a hotel to end all hotels. She didn’t care. She was too keyed-up to be impressed. And, anyway, it was just a hotel. Only it wasn’t just anything. It was magnificent. A palatial honey-coloured building that looked about ten storeys high, it curved like a giant horseshoe around a network of manicured gardens with a central fountain that resembled an inverted chandelier. As soon as their SUV stopped a uniformed concierge jumped to attention and treated Cruz with the deference one usually expected only around royalty. Expensively clad men and women wandered languidly in and out of the glassed entrance as if all their cares in the world had disappeared and Aspen glanced down at her old top and jeans. Despite the fact that her grandfather had once been seriously wealthy, Ocean Haven hadn’t done well for so long that Aspen couldn’t remember the last personal item she’d bought other than deodorant.
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