I reveled in the moment, but only for a moment since I had a hotel to find. I spent ninety minutes online checking out five star hotels before falling in love with the Thomas Jefferson Suite at the Willard Hotel. I booked it from December 1st to January 25th. Not only was the suite beyond beautiful, it was close to the White House. I felt that was important somehow.
The one downside was due to fire codes, there was no kitchens in the room and cooking anything wasn’t allowed. I didn’t like Willard not being able to make content for two months. I’d put that on the back burner, no pun intended, for the time being.
I texted Gillian the details as well. I had no idea if she needed it, but I figured it’d be safe to keep her in the loop. Then I sent Helga the link to the room tour with the message. “Just accept it mom, you earned this much.”
Then, after getting a bottle of apple juice from the mini fridge, I took a few sips, then called Annabeth. “Chloe! How wonderful to hear from you! I