The weeks leading up to our departure were wild. My friends threw me a pre-birthday and bon voyage party, and we celebrated like it was the end of the world. Looking back… maybe it was.
The day of our flight, we were all running late— still hungover from the night before. I took full advantage of the free pass Mom had given me until I reached New York.
Mum screamed at us to get ready. Somehow, we managed to make it to the airport, and after a 9-hour direct flight, we touched down in London around noon.
The city greeted us with gray skies and cold wind, but my excitement kept me warm. We were driven straight to our hotel— The Knights.
A seven-star palace in the heart of the city.
The moment we stepped in, Eva and I froze. The hotel was a dream.
Gleaming marble floors, a grand chandel
