The car eased to a stop in front of the grand façade of the Fairmont Hotel Vier Jahreszeiten, its pale stone glowing softly beneath the shifting northern light.
From the window, the building rose like a monument carved into the edge of the Inner Alster Lake—ornate balconies, tall arched windows, and a green copper roof that whispered stories from another century.
The cobblestones under the tires gave a muted crunch as the car rolled into place beneath the hotel's elegant awning.
A doorman in a tailored red uniform stepped forward with practiced grace—the kind of precision only years of repetition could perfect.
White gloves gleamed as he opened the door with a polished smile, while another attendant moved swiftly to gather the luggage.
