Chapter 100 Justin Chase
- The group spilled out of the club, laughter fading into the cool air. The valet pulled up with sleek cars one by one, engines humming softly beneath the quiet.
- Emily stepped out last, her heels clicking unevenly on the pavement. She was tipsy—just enough to feel light, her steps weaving slightly in a zigzag, but her chin was still high, her pride intact.
- Nancy, on the other hand, was completely gone.