Chapter 31
Dinner Time By the time they regrouped, the energy had shifted completely. Fresh showers, new outfits, and the comfort of their rooms had washed away the stress of travel, replacing it with something lighter—anticipation, excitement… and hunger. Max’s room had somehow become the meeting point. “Why is it always your room?” Eleanor asked as she walked in with Roxy, eyeing the spread of food already laid out across the small table—room service trays, neatly arranged plates, and drinks. “Because I have leadership qualities,” Max replied calmly. “No,” Kelvin said from the couch, already halfway through a plate of food, “it’s because your room is closest to the elevator.” “Same thing,” Max shrugged. Roxy laughed softly as she took a seat beside Eleanor. “I don’t even care. I’m just glad
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