CATHERINE SMITH
I noticed Samuel shooting Luke a glare, his jaw tight with unspoken anger. I couldn’t figure out what had him so riled up.
"I was coming to greet Catherine when I heard the conversation," Luke began, his voice calm but firm.
Samuel crossed his arms, his gaze hardening. "A handsome, curious Mr. Anderson is coming out," he remarked, his words dripping with sarcasm.
I frowned, glancing at Samuel, silently pleading for him to tone down his harshness.
Luke, unbothered by the jab, shrugged. "So... now it’s out," he replied sympathetically, brushing off Samuel’s acidic tone. "Catherine can work in the VIP Area. Yes, I taught her how to make some drinks myself, and she learned fast." His words caught me off guard. Was Luke really vouching for me?
Samuel raised an eyebrow, his
