Location: Park Lane Hotel, Ayla's apartment & @noxmourners (Saadet)
As with every other decision the Demirci family ever made, the transition to New York has been carefully planned. The recent business transactions had been meticulously plotted for longer than anyone outside of the organization had anticipated, and the accompanying move for the latest generation of Demirci children had slowly but surely moved forward over the past several months. For Ayla, this was more than a strategic business decision (on both sides of the law), this was a childhood dream fulfilled. Upon first hearing her father's intentions for his children's next steps towards advancing the family business, a new pinterest board had been created, paint swatches had been obtained, and dozens of wallpaper samples had been ordered. Ayla knew exactly the type of home she would create for herself and exactly where she would make it, not caring that with her resources, she could secure nearly any available Manhattan address.
She now sat at the island of her new kitchen on the top floor of the Park Lane, lining up half a dozen pieces of tile with only the most minuscule of differences. Ayla stared at the tiles with slightly squinted eyes, her tongue caught between her teeth as she assessed the situation. "Which one for the powder room?" A few seconds of silence ticked by, too long a time period without a response for the slightly neurotic young woman, and her focus shifted to her sister. "I think I like number three, the flecks of gold really pop against the navy."
