Seraphina's POV
The glass doors slid open with a soft whoosh, and I stepped inside.
Oh. Wow.
The lobby was absolutely stunning. Marble floors stretched in every direction, gleaming under sleek modern lights. Black and gray furniture was arranged into elegant seating areas, and expensive-looking abstract art decorated the walls.
Everything screamed money, power, and perfection.
The place was buzzing with activity. People in sharp business suits rushed past carrying tablets and folders. Others clustered around a fancy coffee station, laughing about something.
Everyone looked so confident, so put together. And here I was in my simple dress, clutching a homemade lunchbox like some kind of housewife from a cheesy romance novel.
Trying not to look as nervous as I felt, I walked toward the reception desk. A beautiful woman sat behind it, her hair pulled back in a sleek bun, makeup perfect, and a professional smile already in place.
