Following Lucas into the so-called VIP suite, Beauty took in the surroundings.
While it couldn't compare to the luxury of New York Grand Hotel, the place was decent overall—clean, comfortable, and tidy.
For her, those three qualities were all she needed in a place to rest.
Their "Uncle Lucas," however, seemed far from impressed.
He surveyed the room with a critical eye, his brows furrowed in displeasure, his expression practically dripping with disdain.
Tilting her head slightly, Beauty took a couple of steps closer and asked, "So… what do you think?
It's a small town, after all—can't expect the same standards as New York.
Maybe we can just make do here for tonight?"
Her tone was noticeably softer than before.
Ever since their trip back to his hometown together, her impression of him had shifted more than she cared to admit.
Lucas crossed his arms, pulling open the curtains with his other hand.
