If luxury ever had a scent, this hospital suite would bottle it and sell out before sunrise. The view alone looked like something off a real estate ad—skyscrapers glinting beyond the spotless windows, distant clouds curated for aesthetic. The only things missing were the spa playlist and a mimosa cart.
I should've felt grateful. Technically, I was recovering. Physically, I'd healed. Emotionally… not so much. The real chaos was waiting outside those doors.
The door swung open for the hundredth time that morning—and this time, it wasn't a nurse with another clipboard.
It was them.
"Is this a hospital room or a damn red carpet?" I muttered, blinking as my entire entourage filed in like they were attending a royal send-off.
Aria was the first to burst in—grinning wildly and looking like she'd mugged a fashion-forward magician. Fur vest, tinted glasses, and a high-pitched greeting that echoed off the sterile walls.
"Queen of Near-Death! Ready for your soft-launch into society?"
