Chapter 39 The Crescent Hall Hotel

• The SUVs curved through a winding private drive, pine and bare-branched ash trees pressing close to either side until the road finally opened to reveal the estate.
• Crescent Hall stood like something carved out of myth—an old-world mansion reimagined in steel and stone, its grand entry wrapped in ivy and snow-dusted columns. Slate shingles glittered in the fading afternoon sun, and a large glass awning arched over the drive, shielding the curved front steps.
• Mira leaned forward in her seat, her breath catching. “It’s beautiful.”