My mother canceled my hotel room after I flew across the country to attend my sister’s engagement party. She didn’t know I had just inherited controlling ownership of the hotel chain.
The Vesta Grand Hotel in Miami was a masterclass in aggressive, unapologetic opulence. I stood near the reception desk, my small sensible carry-on beside me, wearing a navy sheath dress and comfortable flats — practical travel wear for a woman who had just flown commercial from Chicago. Ten feet away stood my family. My mother … Read more