Wide floor-to-ceiling windows were accentuated by billowing drapes, filling the expansive, comfortably elegant rooms with refreshing breezes that mingled with the scents from vast floral arrangements that decorated every room, corridor and window.
Aside from the staff and grounds, only the guests rivaled the resort for beauty. As Clive had promised, the place was certainly not dead. While there wasn’t an overflow of bodies, the surroundings were more than alive with the sounds of music, life and laughter. The Weeks Resort boasted live music twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. The grooves were piped in to all areas of the vibrant establishment, with the exception of the suites.
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