Robyn
The Grand was a swanky hotel on top of the mountain that mostly catered to rich out-of-state skiers and socialites. It was designed like a massive Swiss chalet, if a Swiss chalet could have a ballroom, a conference center, and five stories. It’s one of those places that everyone knows about, but locals hardly ever frequent it, because it’s just too expensive. I did not even dare to ask how much Jack had paid to rent a room there for the night.
We walked into the lobby, and it felt like we were suddenly transported into a different world. There was a massive stone fireplace, which was, at the moment, dark and cold. There were seats arranged around it, and I could almost imagine what it would be like to come back after a long day of skiing and warm your feet next to that firepla
