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looked
up at the massive, glittering chandelier that bathed the grand room in amber,
glowing light. The highly polished marble floors were so slippery, I shuffled
my feet across the lobby area so I didn’t fall in front of the beautiful girls
behind the counter checking the guests in. A bellhop met Brandt and I in the
lobby and took our luggage as he pointed out the areas of the hotel we needed
to explore.
    “You must experience the ballroom,” the bellhop said.
    He led us to the entrance of the grand ballroom adorned
with rows of round tables and chairs, a parquet dance floor, massive stage area
and another star-like chandelier.
    We then walked by a beautiful restaurant on our way
outside to the pool area and the bellhop told us to peek inside.
    “You must experience the Battleroy Cafe,” he said as he
took us through French doors that led outside.
    The pool area was tiled in red clay and the pool, lined in
dark concrete, gave the impression that it was bottomless. Around the pool,
chaise loungers upholstered in burgundy canvass, held a bevy of sunbathing
beauties. Brandt stared at the other women like a Peeping Tom and didn’t bother
to hide his interest from me. There was a tiki bar near the pool and another
stage area and beyond that, another gate that led to the sandy dunes out to the
private beach.
    “You must experience the beach,” the bellhop said and took
us through another set of French doors and down a carpeted corridor toward our
room.
    “My husband will be experiencing a nap,” I said.
    Brandt gave me a dirty look, pulled out his wallet and
handed the bellhop a couple of dollars while he unlocked the door to our room.
    I was shocked that the Battleroy Hotel was actually as
grand as Brandt promised it was. When we entered the massive suite, I was
struck by its beauty. Done with Italian Renaissance flair, the room contained a
common area before the bedroom with stunning views of the Atlantic.
    “It’s beautiful,” I said as I looked up at the high open
ceiling with its exposed beams that seemed to disappear into the universe.
    “Told ya,” Brandt said and gave me a friendly punch on the
arm. “Well, I’m going to hit the hay.”
    Brandt opened the double doors to the bedroom and jumped
on the king-size bed in the center of the room.
    “Thank you,” I said to the bellhop and fished into my
purse and gave him two more dollars.
    “Thank you,” he said and walked toward the door. “If you
need anything, just let me know.”
    I glanced into the bedroom and Brandt jumped on the bed
like a kid and I walked toward the bellhop who stood at the door.
    “Hey,” I said to the bellhop, “I was wondering if you
could tell me about James Verrazano.”
    “Sophia, come look at this!” Brandt said from the bedroom.
    “Ma’am?” the bellhop said and opened the door.
    “Sophia!”
    “Oh never mind,” I said and nudged him out the door. “I
just met him and was wondering. Thank you for your help.”
    “Yes, ma’am,” the bellhop said and shut the door.
    “Sophia, get in here!”
    “What are you hollering about?” I said and walked into the
bedroom.
    Brandt stood at the bathroom door and opened it wider.
    “Look at that bathtub!” he said and whistled. “You should
take a bath while I’m napping.”
    “No, I’m fine. I think I’ll walk around, unless you want
me to nap with you?” I said and sat on the bed.
    “Nah,” Brandt said and kicked off his shoes. “Nap means
nap, Sophia.”
    Brandt stretched out on the bed and smiled at me.
    “Okay, well, I suppose I’ll get a magazine and go sit by
the pool,” I said and fixed my hair in the mirror.
    “Good,” Brandt said and yawned. “Just be back here in an
hour. We have to have our dinner and then back here for the honeymoon.”
    “Spectacular,” I said. “I’ll see you later.”
    “Yup,” Brandt said and turned on his side.
    I grabbed my purse and left the room. I wandered through
the corridors of the Battleroy and was struck