“We’re heading to your new apartment,” he replied gently, eyes focused on the road.
“Is Tristan not joining us?” I asked again, wanting to confirm this wasn’t some setup.
“The prince is already there, waiting for you, Luna.”
I wanted to ask how that was possible—how he’d gotten there so quickly—but I kept quiet. A part of me was simply grateful I didn’t have to sit next to him, endure his questions, or worse… his touch.
After thirty minutes of driving in silence, the car pulled into the parking lot of a grand building. OCEANIC HOTEL was boldly etched at the top in shimmering gold letters.
The entrance was breathtaking—adorned with fresh flowers, artistic murals, and colorful tiled steps. I stepped out of the car, momentarily lost in the beauty of it all, not realizing someone had join
