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Morning came in like that friend who just shows up unannounced. Sunlight streamed through the huge windows of my suite, casting everything in a warm, golden hue. I woke up to the gentle but persistent knock of hotel staff bringing in what had to be the most extravagant breakfast cart I'd ever seen.
Silver domes sparkled in the light, fresh orchids bobbed in a crystal vase, and the delicious smell of warm croissants and perfectly ripe berries drifted through the air like a luxurious scent. I sat up, my hair a messy halo, staring at the sheer opulence of it all.
The attendant beamed at me, said something about "compliments of the house," and slipped away before I could even get a full thank-you out. Alone again, I lifted the first dome to uncover fluffy scrambled eggs topped with truffle, a mountain of caviar next to blinis the size of silver dollars, and a chilled glass of champagne fizzing like it was offended by gravity.
This really was the life...
