The keycard beeped softly, and the suite door swung open.
But calling it a suite didn't quite do it justice. The moment Diara stepped inside, her breath caught in her throat. The space stretched wide, high ceilings with golden light spilling from elegant chandeliers, walls lined with tasteful art, and plush velvet furniture that looked as though it belonged in a palace rather than a hotel. The floor gleamed with polished marble, leading the eye toward floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city.
It wasn't just a room. It was an experience.
David let out a low whistle as he hauled the rest of their luggage in. "I must say, this is more than I ever imagined. Honestly, if this is the treatment we're getting as third place… can you imagine what first and second get?" His eyes widened dramatically. "Gold bathtubs? Silk pajamas? A private chef?!"
