BRIANNA'S POV
"What are we doing in a hotel? I thought you said we were heading to your apartment," I asked Sarah, my voice tinged with confusion and maybe a little apprehension as I stared out the window at the gleaming façade of the building we had just pulled up to. The sleek, modern lines of the structure screamed luxury and the discreet valet who had already appeared to take the car keys confirmed it.
My mind raced as I tried to piece together what exactly was going on, why we had stopped here instead of continuing on to what I assumed would be a more modest, student-friendly apartment complex. The reality of our destination hit me like a wave, unsettling and disorienting. This wasn’t just any hotel—it was the kind of place where the elite stayed, where the very air seemed to carry
