Four Seasons Dublin — Fixed
"We have a situation in the penthouse," she said, lowering her voice. "The American ambassador. He’s hosting a private dinner tonight for his daughter’s engagement. He’s requested something... impossible."
By October, Dublin had turned amber and wistful. Leaves skittered across the cobblestones of Merrion Square. Eleanor had stopped checking her ex’s social media. She’d started a photography project: doors of Dublin. Crimson, turquoise, chipped black—each one a story. four seasons dublin
“The people,” he said. “But only if you don’t chase them.” "We have a situation in the penthouse," she
