Lynne’s POV:
I arrived at the Crimson Club, where the receptionist guided me to the private room where Aaron was.
I pushed the door open and saw the room filled with rotating lights and a circle of men and women sitting on sofas.
As soon as I entered, I heard a man exclaim, “Wow, this girl is really stunning!”
Then, I saw a tall man stand up and extend his hand towards me. “Lynne, over here.”
“Aaron, I’m not late, am I?” I handed him my hand, and yes, it was him—Aaron.
He was dressed in a silver suit, the first time I’d seen him wear that color. He looked even more handsome than usual.
Coincidentally, I was wearing a silver shirt dress, almost as if we had planned to match outfits like a couple. The people in the room murmured in awe once again.
“Aaron, do you have a girlfriend now
