At the Entrance of a Five-Star Hotel, My Sister Pushed Me Away. “Get lost, you can’t even afford a glass of water here,” She Laughed. My Mother Added, “A former maid like you just smells like bleach. Go back to scrubbing toilets.”

Skyline Level!”

“Harper,” I said quietly, a final warning buried in the calm. “You are creating a highly unnecessary scene.”

“I’m creating a scene? You’re trespassing!” Harper shouted, gesturing wildly toward the front desk with a diamond-clad hand. “Security! Where the hell is security? Why do we pay thirty thousand dollars for a private floor booking if the incompetent management allows vagrants and service staff to loiter by the private lifts?”

Eleanor stepped up beside Harper, her jaw set with icy, unadulterated malice. “You think you can embarrass us in