DAY 3: The Exit Plan (Or Not?)
Leaving was supposed to be simple.
Pack your dresses. Forget the champagne-fueled promises. Post only the flattering photos.
But Red Lotus had other plans.
Vivienne folded her silk dress with ruthless precision, sliding sunglasses into her tote like armor.
Sienna zipped her linen carry-on with one hand, scrolling through flight options with the other.
Isla sat cross-legged on the bed, fingering the edge of her newest red envelope like it might bite.
The map inside last night’s envelope hadn’t led to a rooftop party.
It hadn’t led to a secret beach, either.
It had led to a room – locked, number 33, deep inside the original wing of the hotel.
And on the door: a single red lotus sticker, almost invisible unless you knew to look.
None of them opened it.
Not yet.
Not this time.
Instead, they packed.
They called the elevator.
They swore: next time, we stay boring.
But at checkout, a new concierge waited.
Once they’d never seen before.
He smiled without showing his teeth.
Slid three fresh scarlet envelopes across the oak counter.
Inside each one:
“This isn’t the end. It’s the invitation.”
“New England awaits.”
A one-way boarding pass was tucked behind the note.
Vivienne laughed softly.
Sienna rolled her eyes and pocketed hers like a business card.
Isla ripped her open before they even left the lobby.
Three friends.
Three stories.
And a new game just beginning.
To Be Continued…
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