Stephanie's POV
Stephanie stepped out of the car–that Alexander was somehow able to get for her. She said a quick goodbye to Lance who dropped her off and said she'll barely notice he was there unless she needed him.
She took a deep breath, staring up at the grand entrance of the hotel. The doorman greeted her with a smile as she walked through the doors into the marble-floored lobby. She hadn't booked the hotel herself, Alexander did even though she told him she could handle it. The chandeliers overhead cast a warm glow, but it did little to calm her nerves. She checked in at the front desk, the receptionist's politely directed her to her room
Once in her room, the best of the best and nothing less for a princess–Alexander's words not hers. It was a really nice room–nice being a major understatement. She sat on the edge of the bed, phone in hand. She needed to talk to someone, to ground herself before the emotional storm she anticipated with her father.
