Aurora's POV
"We are here," the driver said as the taxi came to a stop.
I didn't even wait for him to finish. I threw some cash at him and scrambled out of the car, my heels nearly snapping on the pavement. I ran toward the back entrance, my breath coming in short, painful hitches. The navy silk of my dress felt heavy, dragging behind me as I sprinted through the dim hallways.
Please be there. Please, I can't lose this chance, I prayed.
I reached the private suite and threw the door open so hard it hit the wall with a loud bang.
"I'm here!" I gasped, clutching the doorframe, my chest heaving. "Raymond, I'm—"
I stopped. The room was silent. The single lamp in the corner was off. The heavy scent of his expensive, cold cologne still hung in the air, but the chair was empty.
"Raymond?" I whispered, my voice cracking.
