As soon as Sebastian stepped into the club, his gaze immediatelynded on Citrine among the small group of people.

Tonight, she wore a ck leather jacket over a white slip dress, her chestnut hair tumbling carelessly down her back. The look was equal parts sweet and edgy, making her stand out dazzlingly in the crowd.

It had been over two weeks since he''dst seen her-Sebastian hadn''t expected their paths to cross again so soon.

Right now, she stood there, expressionless, exuding a kind of aloof beauty that made people hesitate to approach. The phrase that popped into Sebastian''s mind was "untouchable." She was like a rose on a mountaintop-beautiful, but distant.

It seemed she was in the middle of a disagreement with the receptionist. Even though her face was calm, Sebastian could sense she was upset.

"What''s going on? Is something wrong?" he asked, not wasting any time as he strode over.

Citrine blinked in surprise when she saw him. "What are you doing here?" She could''ve sworn he worked at a bakeryst she''d checked-what was he doing at this ce now?

"I''m on night shift," Sebastian replied, ncing down at his staff uniform as if that exined everything.

She noticed the uniform for the first time and didn''t press further.

"So, what happened?" Sebastian looked from Citrine to the woman at the front desk.

Citrine didn''t try to hide anything. "We just wanted toe in and have some fun, but the staff here called us freeloaders."

Sebastian''s eyes hardened at the words.

"I''ll report this directly to the manager. For now, let me show you to your room."

With that, he led them down the hall and into a private lounge.

"If you need anything, just let me know," Sebastian said, handing Citrine the menu with a gentle tone.

"Just these, thanks." Citrine ticked off a few fruit tters and some drinks before returning the menu.

"Alright, enjoy yourselves," Sebastian said, giving her a final nce before slipping out.

Once he was gone, the girls let loose, finally able to rx.

They''d been worried at first, but when the receptionist saw Citrine pull out her ck tinum card, her attitude changedpletely-and the girls felt a huge wave of relief.

"Citrine, this is my first time in a ce this fancy!" Amelia gushed, snapping a flurry of photos with her phone and sharing them to a private story.

"Oh my god, this is unreal!" Leonie marveled, poking around the room, touching everything she could. She was having the time of her life.

Felicity wandered over to the massive TV screen, giggling. "This thing is huge! I''ve never seen anything so luxurious."

Once their excitement died down, they all settled back onto the plush couches.

Amelia suddenly remembered the handsome guy from earlier and turned to Citrine, curiosity lighting up her face. "So, Citrine-who was that guy? He''s really cute. What''s your rtionship?"

"Yeah, he was so sweet to you!" Leonie chimed in.

"Come on, spill! Are you two together or what?" Felicity joined the chorus, not wanting to miss the gossip.

Citrine looked at her friends, a little exasperated. "We barely know each other. This is only the second time we''ve met."

"If you hardly know him, why was he so gentle with you? The way he looked at you was definitely special," Amelia teased, grinning.

Citrine frowned, genuinely surprised. "Really? I didn''t notice anything like that." Soon, the conversation moved on.

It was their first time in such a high-end karaoke lounge, and everyone was bubbling with excitement. Citrine, seeing how happy her friends were, couldn''t help but catch their enthusiasm.

They were in the middle of an energetic song when the door to their private room suddenly swung open.

A man in a suit walked in, followed by several staff members carrying trays of fruit, snacks, and drinks.