The First Day In Paradise

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FLEUR POV
I wake up and feel that something isn't right. The clean white sheets are crispier and heavier than my own, and there would be much less light coming through my window at home...
I sit up and the memories of where I am begin to reappear. No wonder I forgot. I jump out of bed and walk towards the curtains. I need to check if what I'm thinking is real. As I pull them open, the skyline of New York unfolds. Nope. Still not real enough. I unlatch the window and swing it open. The morning air hits my face and my suspicions are confirmed. I'm in New York. I'm here.
On a mission, alone.

I decide to get ready to go out after checking my phone and seeing that the time is 10:15. I don't have anywhere particular to go, so it's going to be an adventure.
I plug my phone into my speakers and turn on some full blast Wicked. That's something I could do today-go and see a Broadway show. (or at least book tickets to one)
My hotel is quite big. I'm on the third to last floor, which makes it great for taking photographs of the skyline. (which I'll be doing a lot of)

I'm determined to make these next two weeks the best of my life.

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