I was gawking at the building. I had expected some small, slightly shady hotel, not the dream hotel of the century!

"A-Armistice?! You want me to come with you into the hotel where wealthy people stay? I'm sorry, madam, but I'm not wealthy in any way. I'm not even wealthy in love." I said, trying to turn around and leave. Charles, the father of Claire, grabbed my hand.

"M'lady, you are welcome here. I will be looking into adopting you into the family. We'll even get you a private room here in the hotel. It doesn't cost for us. We own the place." Charles said.

"Lord, sir, I  don't belong here. You will get judged for letting a homeless woman into Armistice." I said, trying to pull my way from his grip. It didn't work.

"Madam, Armistice isn't what you think it is. Come inside. Trust me, you'll see soon enough what it really is. Go inside, and choose a room. We'll give it to you, no charge. We make enough money, anyway." he insisted. Seeing as I couldn't escape his grip, I reluctantly nodded.

"Okay. I'll go inside..." and I went into the hotel of the rich. Or, supposedly the hotel of the rich. Who knows what I'll find in here.