Harper stopped as soon as they stepped out of the elevator and pointed ahead. “That one on the right.”
Violet glanced up. Sure enough, the number matched the one Olie had given her. She looked at Harper, her voice calm but edged with meaning. “Thanks.”
Something flickered in Harper’s eyes—surprise, maybe—but she said nothing. She just stood there watching Violet walk toward the room, then turned back, hit the elevator button, and left.
Violet didn’t hesitate. She swiped the keycard, twisted the handle, and pushed the door open.
The suite was quiet. The lights were dimmed low, the air thick with perfume—the same sharp scent she remembered from Tiffany.
Her stomach turned. She didn’t think twice and went straight for the bedroom. The door was half-closed. She pushed it open gently.
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