Lana's POV
After the restaurant, I walked into the hotel foyer. It was a bit busy with some tourists. I simply don't want to stay here forever. I need to get my own place soon. Gosh, I have to do everything on my own, and no matter how strong I am trying to be, I still have this weight on my shoulders that never seems to be lifting. As I walked towards the elevator, well... I could either choose to walk up the stairs, which has a red carpet, or ride up to my floor.
"Lana!" I snapped so fast out of my thoughts at that shout. I turned around and my mother walked towards me as if she was ready to beat the sh^t out of me with a box in her hand, Weston trailing behind her with a smaller box. I'm confused. What the hell is going on?
She placed the box on the ground in front of me, and Weston
