Author POV

The hotel hallway smelled faintly of perfume, spilled cocktails, and weekend recklessness—exactly the type of atmosphere Mia somehow thrived in.

She staggered out of the elevator, heels clicking unevenly against the polished floor. Her laughter echoed loud and unrestrained, the kind that came only from someone fully disconnected from reality.

Mia was very, very drunk.

She leaned against the wall, blinking at the bright lights as if they were too shiny for her eyes. “Where… ...