The Hotel Suite

Kira’s POV:

Dante’s deep voice echoed in my head, bouncing off the walls of my exhausted mind.

One week.

I had exactly seven days to pull off an impossible miracle. I needed to convince my mother to attend this sudden, fabricated marriage. The sheer weight of the deadline tightened around my throat like a snare.

The heavy wooden door clicked shut, sealing me inside the plush dressing room.