Tessa stepped into the well-lit lobby of Blackwood Hotels. Her reflection glistened on the polished marble floor.
She could feel the change in the atmosphere—the smell of expensive cologne, the cocktails that cost more than her livelihood, the well-tailored suits and dinner dresses.
This wasn’t just a hotel—it was a haven for the rich. All eyes turned to her, murmurs circling the room. Tessa looked down at herself — barefoot, her hair tangled, dressed in a hospital gown.
“Stay close to me and it’ll feel less humiliating,” Roman said.
Tessa looked up at him, her eyes pale.
“Good evening, Mr Blackwood,” the receptionist greeted. “It’s lovely to see you.”
Her eyes flicked to Tessa and then back to Roman. “Is everything alright, sir?”
“Yes, everything is fine. Thank you. But I’ll need t
