SASHA
Frozen in my spot, all I could do was take in the scene before me.
The interior of the rustic Alpha suite had been completely modified. Most of the furniture had been pushed against the walls, amplifying the sense of space in the grand entrance room. A path of delicate rose petals guided the way to a cozy two-seat round table positioned at the center. Draped in rich red fabric, it was graced by a solitary candle, its flame burning brightly. Unlike the intense white lighting I was accustomed to, a chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a soft yellow glow that created a romantic atmosphere.
As I stared at the feverish hues of yellows, oranges and reds, I tried to understand what was going on. The rush of adrenaline from a moment ago was ebbing, yet my heart’s ragged rhythm remain
