Psyop Kings (The Crowne Conspiracy #1)

Romy

T he ballroom of the boutique hotel that sits within a stone’s throw away from the San Francisco Bay is beyond stunning. No expenses were spared on the lavish decorations. Tall, intricate, otherworldly floral arrangements adorn each linen-clothed table. Each one is uniquely different from the rest but somehow, they all tie in to the navy and gold theme that CUP displays.

Floor-to-ceiling windows just beyond the dance floor reveal the moonlit, glittery bay and give a faux effect of “dancing in the moonlight.” If I were in my home city, I’d be enthralled by the enchanting feel of it, no doubt looking for a cute guy to take me for a spin.

I’m not at home, though.