Striking Resemblance

Vivienne's POV.

The rhythmic hum of the air conditioning unit offered the only sound in the expansive hotel suite, a steady drone that masked the bustling city traffic far below our windows. I smoothed the wrinkles out of a tiny denim jacket, folding it neatly into an open suitcase on the bed. I had spent the last three hours unpacking our belongings, sorting through the clutter of travel to make