Tia
I feel overwhelmed as I look around the room.
From the moment we stepped into the grand hotel, everything went as I expected and not in a good way.
This ambiance is just not what I am used to —the chandeliers dripping with excess, the faintest clink of crystal glasses, and the perfectly controlled laughter that never reached anyone’s eyes.
And worst of all, Margret Cross didn’t introduce me to a single soul. When we walked in, she merely strode forward, her silk gown sweeping across the marble floor as I trailed behind her, ignored like an afterthought while she was greeted and welcomed warmly.
Finally, we reached a table, she sat down, and I moved to sit beside her, trying to follow her lead.
“What Are You doing?” A voice, sharp and quick, cut through the air before I could t
