As the woman led Angel toward the suite Tryson had booked, her gaze was immediately drawn to the floor-to-ceiling curtains framing the room.
They were elegantly draped on either side, revealing a breathtaking view of the vibrant city lights beyond the balcony.
The sight alone made her heart flutter.
"Thank you," Angel said softly as the woman exited, leaving her alone in the luxurious space.
She turned slowly, taking in the room—the sheer elegance of it, the soft glow of the ambient lighting, the way every detail felt intentionally placed.
Her eyes sparkled with quiet admiration.
Curious, she walked over to the wardrobe and opened it. Inside, neatly arranged robes hung in perfect order.
The sight made her pause, and for a fleeting moment, she found herself wondering about the dresses she would wear while staying here.
