Chapter 11
MARILYN
This view never gets old.
The air inside the “Gatsby” suite is chilled, almost cold. The view of Manhattan outside the wall-to-wall windows offers up a starry night sky, and as my gaze follows the ebb and flow of the room, I can’t help but feel just a little bit more at home.
It’s Manhattan.
The smell of it. The sight.
Outside the flawless glass windows, the world is awash in golden lights and the last remnants of the dewy, dusk sky. A sliver of purple swipes across the evening sky, and the moon—full and hauntingly yellow—taunts me above the dark buildings that claw at the wispy clouds.
I miss it. Have missed it in the month I’ve been away.
The sleek and simple furniture in the famed Fitzgerald King Suite only complements the city scene, adding to its elegance. A
