An hour later, they stepped out of the suite towards the elevator.
Two men in dark suits straightened from their positions near the elevator. Another stood at the far end of the corridor, discreet but unmistakably alert. Lyvana's brows lifted but she said nothing.
The elevator ride down was quiet. The suited men flanked them without speaking.
They walked out of the lobby to find two sleek, black SUVs idling at the curb. As Lyvana stepped out, the morning light hit the fabric of her outfit, making it glow.
The stark white modern jumpsuit fit her perfectly. The sleeveless bodice was structured yet soft, leading down to slim-fitting trousers that elongated her frame. The asymmetrical overskirt caught the breeze — a dramatic drape of silk that flowed behind her like a royal train.
