Lourdes
I sat on the edge of the plush bed, the opulence of the hotel room a stark contrast to the anxiety gnawing at my insides. The dim, muted lighting cast shadows that danced across the room, mirroring the uncertainty that clouded my thoughts. Tonight was the night, the night that would either solidify our grand plan or unravel it entirely.
The soft hum of the air conditioning provided an eerie backdrop as I waited, nervously smoothing the fabric of my dress. Every passing second felt like an eternity, my anticipation mingling with a tinge of fear. Marcus was a formidable figure, and the gravity of what we were about to embark upon weighed heavily on me.
A gentle knock echoed through the room, jolting me from my thoughts. With a deep breath, I rose to my feet and approached the door
