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“WELCOME TO THE Villa and Hôtel Majestic,” the doorman said as he opened the door to the limousine.
Verena smiled at the girls, whose eyes were round with curiosity and delight. Anika and Bella had been so excited to ride in the sleek black car. In Beverly Hills, they often saw limousines, especially the lumbering black SUVs and sedans of the much longer stretch variety. But cruising through the café-lined streets of Paris and around the Arc de Triomphe on their way to the hotel was a new experience for them. Verena was glad they weren’t jaded by life in L.A.
“Here we are,” Mia said.
“Bonjour madame, mesdemoiselles.” Accepting the distinguished doorman’s proffered hand, Mia slid out of the car first.
Verena gazed up, admiring Mia’s hotel selection. Balconies laced with flowering vi
