"When Grace phoned me a couple of days ago, man, I thought we must have done something wrong." Mr.Neita laughs, as he stands beside Vincent in the elevator.

"Oh, nothing like that." Vincent answers, buttoning his suit jacket up.

Grace stands beside Vincent and quickly inspects herself in the mirror, eyeing her teeth and straightening out her blazer. Vincent narrows his eyes at her as they step out the elevator.

"This place is poshier than the word posh." Grace whispers, lenaing into Vincent's ear. "No way I'm going to look like I just crawled out a dumpster."

Vincent softly shakes his head, a ghost of a smile playing at his lips as he catches up with Mr.Neita.

Grace glances at her heels, making sure no grime smeared itself on the $3000 shoes when she was stepping out the limo. Nodding, with a small smile on her lips, Grace lifts her head only for her jaw to drop.

"Holy Moly." Grace breathes out, her eyes wandering around the rooftop garden. "My apartment's little patch of grass would bow down if it got a whiff at this."

Hail Mother nature.

The rooftop garden has leaves as green as the Amazon forest on it's best day, they sparkle as the sun's rays hit it at just the right angle and softly sway as the gentle wind moves. Right after stepping out the elevator, 2 rows of round trees, planted in gold embed pots, sit on either side, creating a pathway deeper into in the garden.

Grace gently steps on the yellow-bricked pathway, her eyes wandering along the perfect trees, as her fingers softly run along the leaves.

"I could just..." Grace trails off, as she moves deeper into the garden towards a clearing farther up.

The rooftop garden has a large clearing, filled with freshly cut grass and surrounding it are trees, flowers and bushes each radiating in the fertile soil.

"As you can see this garden is our pride and joy." Grace hears Mr.Neita say as she wanders around the large clearing. "Sometimes, for very important guests, we hold small functions here."

"I want my wedding here." Grace murmurs, as she breathes in the scent of cloud-soft, yellow lilies, planted on one side of the garden.

Mr.Neita lets out a hearty laugh as his eyes wander around the garden too.

"It really is something."

Grace walks along the clearing, gently feeling the flowers and smelling the ones that reminded her of floral duvet back home.

Lifting her gaze up to Vincent, Grace's smile drops as he watches him simply glance at a bed of white roses before moving towards the yellow pathway, towards the elevator.

This guy has no heart.

Grace grumpily storms into the elevator, folding her arms and pushing herself in the corner; her back pressed up on the elevator walls.

"Very impressive garden." Vincent says, he's voice bland as ever, acting as if he hadn't walked into one of the most elaborate and breathtakingly stunning gardens.

I mean that is the type of thing you see in garden magazines.

"Thank ya sir, we were actual in House & Garden twice this year." Mr.Neita states proudly, confirming Grace's thoughts as the elevator moves from the 13th floor down to the 2nd.

"Who takes care of the garden?" Grace asks, slightly leaning out her little corner.

"Well, we have a huge team of 20 people looking after that garden." Mr.Neita steps out the elevator and gently guides Grace out her corner onto the tiled floor. "The garden is high maintenance but it's our number one attraction."

"That's great." Grace says, as she glances at Vincent from the corner of her eye.

"Enough about the garden." Mr.Neita says, moving forward. "This is our main pool, we call it The Waterfall."

"And a waterfall it is." Grace whispers, as her eyes widen.

The Waterfall sits in a large room, bright white tile plastered along the floor and walls of the room. On either side of the pool sits golden lounge chairs, some occupied by a small family towards the end and an old couple closer to the door. The sea-blue pool seems to stretch on miles as it begins just 40m away from the door and ends right at the end of the wall, where water gushed from the ceiling into the pool.

"We've actually hosted quite a few pool parties in here," Mr.Neita says, his arm gesturing around the vast room. "I believe it was Blake Lively, or something along those lines, who held that big pool party here."

"I'm standing in the same room as Blake Lively was."Grace softly screeches, stepping forward, hoping to be able to dip her hand in the pool.

"Uh uh." Vincent scold, wagging his finger. Grace stares appalled, her face scrunched up. "I'm sure Mr.Neita has other places he wants to show us."

Mr.Neita's eyes flicker between Vincent and I as he gently nods his head and walks towards the elevator.

"Traitor." Grace groans, throwing one last glance towards the pool as the elevator doors slide closed.

"So," Mr.Neita coughs out, his hands behind his back. "I thought the restaurant would be a good way to end of the little tour, your welcome to wander around afterwards, I mean it is your hotel and if you need anything don't hesitate to call me or the reception."

Vincent nods.

Looks like Nasty Vincent is back, jerk barely lasted 30 minutes.

"Our restaurant is called Saskia, a tribute to the late Rembrandt Van Rijns wife. Saskia is what we nowadays call, the woman behind a great man. Saskia's husband's paintings go for millions of dollars but we've managed to attain a large collection of them here, there's some hanging in the lobby and exclusive suites." Mr.Neita quickly steps out the elevator and leads them through the lobby into the restaurant. "Saskia was born in the late 1600's and died a very early death, we only know how she looks by the numerous of paintings Mr.Rembrandt Van Rijin created."

The three step into a dark, wooden style restaurant with dark, dim lights and artistic, curved tables scattered around the large room. On the right side, a sliver door marked kitchen and a long bar with a row of wines, whiskey, champagne and beer sit while on the other side a large, rounded window gives a wonderful view of the rolling hills close by.

"We chose the name Saskia because we believe that-"

"Ahhh." A loud shrill comes from the kitchen and a girl dressed in black and white comes running out, throwing her red and white cloth onto the floor before running out the restaurant.

A pregnant silences floats in the air, even the clanking of cutlery of stops as the customers stare at the retreating figure of the young girl.

Grace tears her gaze away from the girl and stares at Mr.Neita's horrified face.

"I..don't know...I could have sworn." He stutters, his eyes as wide as saucers.

"Well, it's not my fault!" A loud voice booms from behind the kitchen door.

"What's going on?" Comes the chilling voice of Vincent from beside Grace, his eyes dangerously narrowed.

"I will go check sir."

Mr.Neita scurries away and disappears behind the kitchen door. Grace glances at Vincent who has his eyes trained on the door.

"Well, we're not just going to stand here are we?" Grace says, waltzing towards the door.

"No, we won't." A steel voice says from behind her.