Phoebe's POV
"Mr. Bailey, I've already had the staff deep-clean every room on the fourth and fifth floors. We swapped out the curtains too, going with the same cozy style from your bedroom at Starbrook Estate back in Coralia," Malcolm explained while guiding us forward. "Miss Hale' room is positioned right beside yours, just to the right."
I followed Malcolm's gesture, turned, and walked toward the room on the right. Pushing the door open, I peered inside for a quick inspection.
The setup reminded me strongly of my bedroom back at Starbrook Estate. That they'd pulled this together in barely twelve hours, especially in a chaotic border town like this, was genuinely impressive.
Johnson, Noah, and Dion trailed behind me, but when I stepped into my room, all three respectfully looked away, refusing to glance inside.
"Pretty nice work," I said, doing a quick walk-through before setting my backpack down and stepping back into the hallway. I flashed Malcolm an approving smile.
