The night settled over The Lanesborough like a velvet glove. London hummed quietly outside the double-glazed windows—distant sirens, the occasional rumble of a black cab, footsteps on wet pavement.
Inside the Royal Suite, the group had scattered to their rooms.
There were more beds than Kyle had expected. The suite was massive—multiple bedrooms, each with its own en-suite bathroom, soft lighting, and blackout curtains that made it impossible to tell night from day.
Everyone had their own space which was proof of how massive it was.
Jane had claimed the smallest room, curling up almost immediately after dinner. Her belly was still swollen from the feast, and Kyle had watched her waddle to bed with a quiet "goodnight" that barely escaped her lips.
Jasmine took the room next to Jane. She had stood in the doorway for a full minute, just staring at the king-sized bed like she couldn't believe it was real.
"All for me?" she had asked.
