Betty's POV
I turned back into the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror with trembling hands. My reflection looked calm enough on the surface, but my heart was beating far too fast. I adjusted my dress, smoothed the fabric over my thighs, then brushed my hair quickly behind my ear. For a brief moment, I asked myself if I was really ready to face whoever it was at the door.
Taking a deep breath, I left the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed, trying to calm my nerves. Then, as though testing my patience, the knock came again—firmer this time, echoing through the quiet hotel room.
“Come in,” I called, though my voice cracked slightly.
The door opened slowly, almost too slowly, as though whoever stood outside was afraid of being caught. My pulse raced. It didn’t feel like the ca
