BRIANNA'S POV
The moment we stepped out of the car, a well-dressed man appeared seemingly out of nowhere and took my bags, his movements efficient and practised. He led us to a private elevator, holding the door open with a courteous nod. I had never experienced anything like this before.
The sheer luxury of it all was overwhelming, from the sleek design of the elevator to the way everything seemed to move seamlessly around Sarah as if the world itself was designed to cater to her every need. It was a far cry from the life I was used to, where I did everything myself, and where there were no private elevators or people to carry my bags.
The independence I had always valued now felt out of place in this world of wealth and privilege, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I would ever truly g
