~Sienna~
One month later.
My heels click across the frosted glass floor of the hotel lobby. Everywhere dazzles and shimmers with wealth and luxury, the kind you can’t just get with money, but with connections, too.
This is the highest, most grand, luxurious hotel in Chicago.
I don’t expect anything less from the Garrisons. They have the money. They have the connections. And they know exactly how to use them.
I clutch my bag tighter and move forward, throwing a glance over my shoulder at Elias, who’s dragging our luggage behind him.
His eyes are wide with awe as he scans the towering ceilings, the cascading crystal chandeliers, the polished marble pillars that look like they belong in a palace instead of a hotel. When he catches me looking, he grins and gives me a wink.
I shake my he
