CHAPTER 57: Love Is Never Wrong
The sleek black car that picked us up from the airport came to a smooth stop in front of a big old hotel. Its front, a majestic blend of contemporary art and sophisticated architecture, seemed to speak of a past era.
Prague, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, has a compelling beauty.
As we got out, Vance stretched casually, a huge grin spreading across his face. "Ah! Finally! Fresh air and the opportunity to explore this stunning city."
Bellboys appeared at our sides, whisking away our stuff with expert precision. Following them through the luxurious foyer, I couldn't help but admire the delicately carved ceilings and the crystal chandeliers, which cast a warm, shimmering glow.
Check-in was a breeze, the immaculately dressed concierge handling the formalities with practiced ease. A glance at the itinerary revealed our room assignments, with my room booked directly beside Alexander's.