Outside their condo, a sleek black limousine waited, gleaming under the streetlights. The driver opened the door as they approached, nodding politely without a word.
Gray held the door for Selina as she stepped in, her dress sliding elegantly against the leather seat. He followed, and the door closed with a quiet click.
The car pulled away smoothly, merging into the street of the city.
The ride didn't take long, but Gray felt every second of it. The closer they got, the more surreal it became.
And then, they turned a corner, and there it was.
The Sterling Hotel.
It was a hotel that he had heard of, of course. Well, it was a hotel that everyone had heard of. It was one of those places that were talked about in luxury magazines and high-end travel blogs.
It was a five-star empire built into the skyline, towering with clean, gold-lit lines and fountains that never stopped flowing.
