Aria.
The car stopped, and I pushed the door open, stepping out onto the pavement. “Thanks,” I muttered to the driver, though my voice was tight. My eyes lifted almost immediately, widening at the sight in front of me. I had never been in this part of Ravencrest before. It looked luxurious.
The hotel towered into the night sky, glass and marble glinting under the soft glow of streetlamps. Golden lights spilled from its windows, reflecting against the polished stone, and the entrance itself looked like something out of a dream with velvet carpets and tall revolving doors, uniformed staff greeting everyone who passed.
It was nothing like the cold, cramped dorms we Silverwood strays were crammed into. Our rooms were dull, bare, always smelling faintly of damp wood and bleach. This place
