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was in pale blue and pink. It
had been decorated for a child, and she could vaguely remember part
of the room from her childhood.
    Arianna noticed on the chair next to the
window was a pile of clothing and a note.
    Please dress in these when you get ready.
Your grandfather is a bit old-fashioned, and believes young women
should wear skirts.
    Arianna smiled at Aunt Lilly’s handwriting.
At least something in the room was familiar. Arianna picked up the
clothes and wrinkled her nose at them. From the plain, boring style
and choice of pink, Arianna knew immediately that Aunt Lilly had
chosen the child-like outfit. The jingle of a chain and the click
of boots as Molina approached the bedroom door caught Arianna’s
attention. Molina stopped before the door and prepared to
knock.
    “Come in,” Arianna replied, still staring in
horror at her aunt’s choice of clothing.
    “How do you feel?” Molina asked as she
opened the door.
    “Much better,” Arianna replied. “But I
blacked out again. Maybe something is still wrong with me.”
    “That should go away in a bit of time,”
Molina replied. “Your grandfather returned home an hour ago. He's
waiting to meet you.” Molina stared at the clothing Arianna was
holding in disgust. “Your aunt has an interesting taste in clothes.
Pink, huh? I don’t recall ever seeing you wear that color.”
    “Tell me about it,” Arianna replied. “I’ve
tried for years to train her, but I don’t think she will ever want
me to wear anything but pink and lace. What sixteen-year-old wants
to wear baby pink and lace all the time? Are my bags here
somewhere?”
    “All of your things have been put away in
the closet,” Molina said, moving across the room to the left side
of the bed. What Arianna had assumed was a wall covered by a
tapestry, was actually a door. Molina pressed the button next to
the nightstand, and the tapestry folded to reveal a large walk-in
closet.
    “As long as it’s a skirt, it’s all right?”
Arianna asked, and Molina nodded. “But you aren’t wearing a
skirt.”
    Molina smiled. “I don’t think your
grandfather views me as a girl. He hasn’t since I was little.
Besides, I’m in your employment. So your word trumps his. Will you
order me to wear a skirt since you must also be tortured?” Arianna
smiled as she pretended to contemplate the idea. “Take your time
getting ready. I know you said you feel better, but it’s best not
to push it. Even if he arrives early, your grandfather can wait.”
Arianna nodded.
    Arianna sifted through the clothes in the
closet. Everything she had packed was neatly hung in order. She
easily found a skirt and shirt she wouldn’t be embarrassed wearing
and threw them on. Quietly, she opened the door to her room to
where her aunt and uncle were talking before, but found only Molina
sitting in the room alone.
    “Where is everyone?” Arianna asked. “I heard
my aunt and uncle out here before.” Arianna could smell the
lingering scent of her aunt’s perfume.
    “We wanted to make sure you got some rest,
so they went to meet with your grandfather already. I told everyone
you were awake now, and they are waiting in the formal living
room,” Molina explained. “I’ll lead the way.”
    Molina stood and opened the door on the
farthest wall from Arianna’s bedroom. Turning to the left, Molina
led Arianna down a long hallway. Her shoes clicked on the light
brown marble floors. Arianna tried to count the doors as they
passed room after room. Large oil paintings were interspersed
between the gold and white trimmed doors. At the end of the
hallway, Molina paused at a large door before pressing at a space
on the wall. A panel swung open to show an elevator pad.
    “How big is this place?” Arianna wondered
out loud.
    “Right now I think it stands at sixty-four
guest suites, along with four family apartments,” Molina
replied.
    “No wonder I heard so many voices before,”
Arianna added.
    “Before?” Molina wondered.
    “Yes,