Vivian’s POV
To celebrate my newfound single status, James Scott and Lia Kim invited me to the vibrant nightlife of Paris—at the Night Color Bar. This place was notorious for being a money pit, and getting a VIP booth here could sell for a staggering one million.
I didn’t want to refuse their kind gesture, so I donned a red spaghetti strap dress and headed out to meet them.
As soon as I stepped into the bar, I was overwhelmed by a dazzling array of lights that danced in rhythm with the music. Young men and women writhed on the dance floor, seemingly trying to release all the pent-up desires within them.
I rarely frequented such places; for the past three years, my outings had mostly been to the local market and my old family home. Faced with the opulence and chaos around me, I felt a b
