The black Regalia Ravelle purred to a stop outside The Solaris Grand, one of Beverly Hills' most elite hotels in the Beverly Hills. Its obsidian finish shimmered like ink under California sunlight, reflecting the pristine glamour of the streets around it. The crowned golden lion ornament on the hood practically roared with aristocratic pride.
The hotel had seen everything from Oscar-winning actors to oil sheikhs, but this car—this was something else.
Even among the high-end rides parked out front, this car was a different breed—like a king among nobles.
Valets practically snapped to attention. Guests lounging outside with champagne glasses paused mid-sip. The Solaris Grand was no stranger to wealth or fame—this was the venue where celebrities hosted private screenings, where award season after-parties ran into dawn, and where billionaires casually dropped in for power brunches. But the Regalia Ravelle? That was rare enough to earn a second, even third look.
