Trixy's Pov
Before the elevator of Austen's Hotel, my family and I made the one that bears the name of our family, I stood entirely mesmerized by the shining steel doors. The golden logo engraved is faintly visible in the light of the chandeliers above, a reminder to that building not being just any hotel, but ours. However, at that moment, the feeling of being the daughter of a powerful family was replaced by that of a weary young woman who wished for her quiet home.
The elevator made its gentle chime. Ting.
I took my mask off and placed it neatly inside my little pink bag. My shoulders dropped as I took a deep breath. When the doors moved apart, I entered the elevator. The heels of my shoes made a noise that could be heard upon the marble floor. On the silver walls of the elevator, my reflection was there but a little indistinct due to the dim light.
Penthouse, please, I pressed the button.
