When May entered the VIP room, her eyes widened a little. The place looked like something out of a movie, clean white walls, gold finishes, candles on the table, and chairs that felt more like couches.
“Wow,” she muttered, sliding into her seat. “Too fancy for a fake date.”
She sat quietly, tapping her nails on the table and stealing glances at the large mirror on the wall. Her makeup looked even worse under the restaurant lighting. The blue eyeshadow, pink blush, and bright lipstick weren’t blending at all. She looked like a walking joke.
Good. That was the plan.
Twenty minutes later, the door opened.
She heard soft footsteps before she looked up, and when she did, her breath caught for a second.
The man who stood at the entrance was... something else.
He wore a perfectly ironed bl
