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The words itched on the side of my rib cage. I’d taken the fresh bandage
off an hour ago while we’d been getting ready upstairs, but now my cropped
sweater rubbed right on the freshly etched tattoo.
I grabbed the small bottle of lotion from my purse, squirted some on my
fingertips, and rubbed slow circles on the irritated skin, tracing the raised
edge of the inscription.
Be bold. My new mantra and a play on my last name: Bolden. Or maybe a
brand in spite of it.
Bold. Independent. Self-sufficient. All the things I was determined to be
but was never given the chance. Hard work was the kind of thing an heiress
to the Bolden hotel empire was spared, but wanting that achievement for
myself grew into an internal itch I’d do anything to scratch.
“You want another?” Katelyn wiggled my empty glass, and I saw three
sets of eyes staring at me like this wasn’t the first time she’d asked.
“Of course.” I immediately smiled and brushed my hair over my
shoulder, the dark waves curling all the way down to the edge of my sweater.
“That’s right, girls,” Katelyn cheered, shimmying a little dance in her
black leather pants and sequined sweater. She grabbed the first round of
empty cocktail glasses from our table and sauntered back to the bar.
Immediately, my gaze took the opportunity to scan the perimeter for any
shadows. Any security.
It had been months since I’d been home to the resort. Not many people
called a hotel their home, but it was the only thing I’d ever known. Someone
always there to clean. Food always a call away. A literal staff of people
whose job was to serve. It was lavish but lonely—surrounded by people
though no one was ever really there to stay.
When I came home for Christmas a couple months ago, they were doing
renovations on this area—the Peak Lounge—and now it looked completely
different. Large stone columns. Couches, leather chairs, and some high-top
tables. Big windows that overlooked the snowcapped mountain and the
gondola that took visitors to the top. And it smelled like cinnamon, warm and
spiced; the house cocktail was a Cinna Smoke and involved a smoked
Mom wanted to go for understated elegance, and I’d say she hit her mark.
The rest of the property screamed affluence. Which made sense for a resort
charging several thousands of dollars a night for a room.
When I didn’t see any of Dad’s men, whom I liked to refer to as
“Bolden’s Men in Black,” I sighed and sank deeper into the caramel leather
“What is it, Della? What’s wrong?” Hanna probed, as the mother hen of
our little group, as soon as Katelyn returned with drinks.
Hanna, Katelyn, and Michelle were my best friends. We’d met freshman
year at the University of Miami, all of us majoring in hospitality and hotel
management; I’d also tacked on a minor in marketing because apparently I
had something to prove. We all had similar priorities when it came to school
and life, pushing each other to take the hardest classes, get the best grades,
and supplement with extracurriculars. By sophomore year, Hanna declared
we all needed to live together; thankfully, that was something I could easily
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