Ten-Oh-One: 22 +1 = 23. I am twenty-three years old. I push open the gilded door of the Josephine. Monsieur Jacques gave me a keycard, no questions asked. He almost seemed relieved to see me. I am now also part of this hotel. Along with Marie, Margaretha, Caroline, Esther, Lola, and the others. I am one of them now. The room is as it was when I visited it two weeks ago with my athletic client. But then I only saw it in the dark, and here it is bathed in the light of the setting sun. The star only disappeared three minutes ago, if that, and the building is covered in its dying glow. The window is open. The light dives through it, licking the gilding. ~~~ Hotelles By Emma Mars "Listen, I didn't even know you were getting married until about five minutes ago...At least you won't have to worry about being a Hotelle anymore." "A ho-what? Excuse me?" "Rebecca never told you?" "No..." "Apparently, ano...
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