Liara’s POV

The hotel doors slid open like they had been practicing for my grand arrival all week. I stepped inside and—boom—warm air, soft music, and a vibe that whispered:

“Welcome, Your Majesty. Please walk dramatically.”

I swear the lights even sparkled for me.

Because honestly? I DESERVED IT.

I just got promoted. PROMOTED.

Me! The girl whose classmates used to volunteer her to carry everyone’s bags. The girl who practiced acceptance speeches in the bathroom mirror because fantasy was all she had.

But now?

I had a hotel room.

A weekend to myself.

And a smile big enough to break my face.

I dragged my suitcase across the shiny...