The room smelled faintly of lavender and fresh linen, the kind of scent meant to calm travelers after a long trip. The walls were painted cream, the curtains drawn back to reveal the Miami skyline as the sun began to sink, spilling golden-orange streaks over the city. Sasha dragged her suitcase into the room with an audible sigh, shoulders aching from the long day.
Finally.
The room was big, larger than she expected, with a wide bed neatly tucked in crisp white sheets and a balcony that looked out to the glittering ocean. She sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, running her fingers through her hair, letting the silence press against her ears.
This was where she'd stay until Stella's engagement day. Probably.
Her plan was simple - stay out of sight, avoid Xavier as much as possible,
