“Good evening, ma. Welcome to Mirage Resort and Suites,” the receptionist greeted with a polished smile, hands folded neatly. Her voice was honey over marble.

“Good evening,” Aria replied, just as smooth, handing over her sleek black card. “We’ll be staying two nights. Two separate VIP rooms, please.”

“Of course, Mrs. Cross,” the receptionist said after checking the system. “Your rooms are on the top floor the skyline suites. You’ll have a private butler, full spa access, and balcony dining if you wish.”

“Perfect,” Aria said, her red lips curling into a small, knowing smile. “And please… make sure no one disturbs us.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Beside her, Grandma Eleanor was...