The Offer

Later that night, Celia found herself standing outside Julian's suite. Her hand hovered over the door, breath caught between running away and letting him see the ruin she felt inside.

Before she could knock, the door opened. Julian stood there, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, exhaustion and worry etched into his features.

"Cee?" His voice was soft, careful.

"I need air," she managed, her voice hoarse. "Just... come with me."

They walked to the empty ballroom, chandeliers dimmed to soft gold. Celia stood in the center, feeling the marble beneath her feet, the ghosts of last night's dance haunting every breath.

"I found out something," she whispered, words breaking. "Something that changes everything."

Julian stepped closer, warmth radiating from him. "Tell me."

She shook her head. "Not yet."

Julian's jaw tensed, but his voice stayed gentle. "Then let me help, Celia. Whatever it is, let me stand with you."

"You don't understand. This isn't just about the hotel. My family..." Her voice cracked. "My whole life might be a lie."

Julian took her hand, slow and deliberate. "Then let it burn, Cee. I'll build something new with you."

Tears blurred her vision, but his words sparked something stubborn and reckless inside her heart.

"I can't let you do that," she whispered.

"I won't let you do this alone," he vowed, his thumb brushing away a tear. "I won't lose you again."

For the first time that night, Celia let herself lean into him, just for a moment. His heartbeat under her palm felt steady, real.

But danger had already found them. And neither of them knew how quickly everything would fall apart.