The magnificent façade was floodlit. The building was pearl-white in the arc lamplight, roofed in grey, with the grandeur of the classic French château. On the sweep of gravel in front the most expensive cars in the world waited for their owners to go inside, and the attendants to drive them to their garages. Crimson geraniums were banked on either side of the steps leading to a huge entrance, glass-plated and combining the best of modern design with the classicism of the architecture. She turned to Roulier as the car stopped and said, ‘My God! I’ve never seen anything like it –’ She saw him look at her and smile. ‘The most expensive hotel in the world and the most luxurious. Pretend you are a millionairess, Kate.’ The door was opened and she got out. An exceptionally handsome young man hurried to Paul Roulier. The baggage would be sent up and the car put away. Paul gently took her arm as they walked up the steps to the splendid entrance. She gazed round her while he went to reception and registered.
