Our suite looks rather small, considering the rest of the place. Several stories full of luxury, and timeless yet old-fashioned accents. I think the green paint could use some touching up. It looks a little like my Army fatigues after a tough day. Our suite definitely needs repainting.
Mom and Dad offered us their suite, but Adella and I said a flat NO. After all, we're the temporary bosses, or the relief crew. We're not in charge yet. I'm sure the Hilton family didn't just put the next generation in the penthouse suite.
Adella is relentlessly sunny. "This is better than anything in Beverly Hills."
"Needs new paint," I comment. "I mean, a fresh coat."
"That's minor," Adella says cheerfully. "Look at the cute bathroom. I wish there were more space for my cosmetics and styling gel and my homemade mud masques, but believe me, this is way bigger than some dressing rooms I've been in. Or my room at home. I will be ever so glad to move out. You know my roommates."
