21. Meet my friends in Carmel-by-the-sea

Blair

I pulled my car into the parking lot of the hotel we will be staying at in Carmel around 3 o'clock in the afternoon. Joe was the first to disembark the vehicle, looking in horror at the building in front of us.

" What is this place? " he turned to me.

" This is the hotel I told you about, don't be fooled by the first impression, it's great," I assured him, getting out of the car and joining him, who was still staring at the building in amazement.

" I thought flight attendants knew good hotels," he ignored me, turning toward his cousin who was removing his bags from the car.

" Please don't make me regret having won five hundred dollars, try not to act like an idiot," I rolled my eyes before walking over to Dimitri and picking up my suitcase.

At first, Mr. Turner's hotel did not seem so attractive to those who were used to luxury and sophistication. It was a long wooden building dating back to the last century, but as soon as we were ushered into the rooms that impression changed.