Out of all places Lucinda’s ever been, none had ever been this big. It wasn’t just the residency, but the room itself was much bigger than they showed on TV too. She had been BREATHLESS the second she opened the door to the room she shared with another woman. Julianne Mayfield, a name she had whispered under her breath on her way to where she was now, recognizing the name from somewhere but she’s too overwhelmed by the nerves to think straight in this very moment. ‘’This is bigger than a hotel suite...’’ Lucinda guesses, she’s never been in a hotel suite, strolling her suitcases inside. She leaves them in the middle of the room, taking a sneak peek at the inside of all the closets, the bathroom attached to their room and the view they have outside the window. Something she rather gets OCCUPIED by, the cloudy weather — yet it’s nothing Lucinda’s disappointed about. She’s in London, a beautiful city and surrounded by British people the second she takes a step outside. And not to forget the gorgeous women she’s sharing the palace with. A thought that brings a smile to red painted lips, one that soon gets wiped away when she hears the door open and her shoulders tense as she slightly jumps — immediately looking to see who had come in. ‘’Mon dieu... I know you,’’ not creepy at all, Lucinda. ‘’I’ve seen you on the show before, I mean.’’ She takes a moment to swallow, then unwrap her arms from around her chest and takes a cautious step forward. ‘’Pick a bed, I haven’t... I don’t know if you have a— what’s the word — a préférence?’’