The grand entrance of The Crown hotel gleamed under the soft glow of the chandeliers, each crystal reflecting the opulence that the Robinsons had undoubtedly demanded for this occasion. The polished marble floors stretched endlessly, the air rich with the scent of fresh roses and expensive perfume. Every detail screamed wealth, as expected from a family like them.
Delphinia stepped out of the car, her heels clicking softly against the pavement. The night air was cold, but it did nothing to cool the quiet storm brewing inside her. She had never imagined stepping into a Robinson event again, much less under these circumstances.
With her hand resting lightly on Evander's arm, she gazed at the massive hotel before her, lips pressing together. Did they still remember the woman they so easily discarded? Were they still as cruel as she recalled? A bitter smile curled at the corner of her lips. It didn't matter. She wasn't that helpless girl anymore.