The hotel Avond mentioned was a small but exclusive high-end hotel at the city's edge with a lovely ocean view. The entrance was artistically grand, framed by tall, arching doorways crafted from sandy-colored stones.
Celeste followed Avond inside.
A lingering feeling of excitement and expectation sent blood to her cheeks as they walked under the lanterns hanging along the exterior.
Inside, the lobby was richly decorated. The floors were polished stone, while warm pendant lights hung from the ceiling, casting a gentle glow.
A low wooden reception desk sat to one side, adorned with a tasteful arrangement of fresh flowers and scented candles—a lovely, welcoming sight as they approached the desk.
Celeste felt her cheeks turn even hotter when the woman behind the reception desk smiled a welcoming smile. She had never done something like this before, but she felt as if the whole world was watching her, and all she wanted to do was hide away in their bedroom.
