After the dinner gathering, Marylin followed Cecilia back to the hotel. The moment the door opened, Marylin was stunned by the luxurious decor. She hopped onto the sofa over the plush white carpet and exclaimed to Cecilia, "Wow, you've made it big? Living in a presidential suite all by yourself?"
Cecilia followed behind, tidying up her shoes. "Blaze pays for it," she said.
There was a remote on the table. Marylin pressed a few random buttons and suddenly the frosted double-layered glass of the window turned clear. The entire semi-circular wall became the perfect viewing platform. From the forty-seventh floor, the dazzling lights of New York stretched out below—breathtakingly beautiful.
"You're really living the good life… But what's your relationship with Blaze? He even pays for your hotel?"
"He stays here too."
"You live together?!"
