Owned By The Devil Himself
I smiled, both proud and amused by him.
“This building, doll. What’s the name?” he asked, tilting his head toward me, curiosity gleaming in his dark eyes as he scanned the building.
I blinked, genuinely surprised. “Wow… you don’t know this hotel’s name, Vito? It’s The Grand Palazzo Marino, a five-star hotel,” I said, my tone sounding half-amused, half-incredulous.
It’s not just famous here. It’s renowned internationally. There are branches in Paris, New York, Tokyo… practically all over the world. Each one hosts elite events, galas, fashion shows, charity auctions… people from every corner of the globe come here.
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