As the clock neared nine, a buzz of excitement surged through me, electrifying every fiber of my being. Standing before the mirror, a sense of contentment washed over me. The dark green bustier hugged my figure flawlessly, paired with lightly waved hair and a subtle touch of makeup.
Adorning myself in dark high-waisted jeans and stiletto heels to match the bustier, I wished I'd opted for a jacket or coat. Lately, the weather had turned brisk, and I anticipated the bar's open terrace would be chilly. Rummaging through my closet, most of my clothes were suited for summer, signaling it was time to face the reality of heading home.
A quick scan through the hangers halted my movement. My hand brushed over a soft black leather jacket, igniting a rush of memories. I hesitated, closing my eyes,
