Chapter 3: I Just Wanted Coffee, Not a Chair-Leg Bride
Chapter 3 – I Just Wanted Coffee, Not a Chair-Leg Bride
Lux pushed open the glass doors of Sovereign Grand Hotel, letting the cold rush of luxury-grade air conditioning wash over him like divine intervention.
Soft violin music hummed through hidden speakers. Polished marble floors gleamed beneath towering chandeliers. A smell of citrus polish, expensive perfume, and denial floated faintly in the air.
He stepped into the lobby like a man who definitely belonged there—even if his vibe currently screamed "billionaire CFO who just survived tax season with mild trauma."
[Velvet Brew Located – Lobby Level, West Wing Corner]
[Specialty: Single-Origin Espresso.]
The Velvet Brew café sat near the floor-to-ceiling windows, elegant and minimalistic, all pale wood and matte-black metal. Baristas wore matching dark green aprons with golden thread embroidery. There were exactly zero people in line, and yet the nearest server still frowned when she saw him approaching.
Her eyes narrowed at Lux’s current appearance—slightly disheveled shirt, blazer open, faintly glowing red eyes, and the emotional aura of someone who just flipped off a multiverse accountant and meant it.
"Sir," she said carefully. "Are you... lost?"
Lux blinked. "What? No. I’m caffeinely deprived, not directionally challenged."
She still looked skeptical.