Chapter 90

• Rosalina's POV
• ​The moment Alicia dragged me through the heavy velvet curtains, the thick, bass-heavy beat of the music pounded straight through the floorboards and vibrated in my chest. We sank into a plush leather booth in the middle of the exclusive VIP lounge, surrounded by flashing neon lights and towering champagne bottles.
• ​Before I could even process the overwhelming atmosphere, Alicia proudly gestured toward a lined-up row of stunning male models standing directly in front of our table. Every single one of them was remarkably handsome, dressed in sharp, semi-unbuttoned shirts that revealed sculpted abs—looking as if they had literally just stepped off a high-fashion runway.