Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 415

Arianne didn’t really like places with blaring music, but she agreed, just to pander to Tiffany’s mood. However, she was too afraid to tell Mark about it. She didn’t even have to think about it to know that he would never let her go.

She got ready to go out before Mark returned from work and sent him a message: I’m going out for dinner with Tiffie and then we’re shopping afterward. I might be home very late.

Mark was under the impression that she had gone stir-crazy from boredom during her confinement period, so she was more inclined to going out and having fun now. Therefore, he did not think too much of it: Mm.

She heaved a sigh of relief when she received his message. She asked Henry to drop her off at a restaurant next to Zero Degrees Bar and waited for him to leave before meeting Tiffany at the bar. The thick smell of cigarettes assailed her senses from the moment she walked in. A myriad of personalities adorned the dazzling hall. One could tell that it was a posh place at first glance.

She walked past the hall, past the dimly-lit corridors, and opened the door to a whole new world. It was still pretty early, so there weren’t very many customers. The DJ hadn’t even started playing yet, so it was pretty quiet.

Tiffany pulled her to a seating booth and sat down, “Bring on the booze!”

A waiter hurriedly stepped forward to take their order. Seeing how generous Tiffany was with her money, the waiter took the advantage and recommended a few types of imported liquor. Of course, they were also the most expensive ones.

Tiffany was in a bad mood, so she ordered all of the waiter’s recommendations. Their table was soon filled with complimentary fruit platters and snacks, so one could imagine how expensive the liquors were.

“Tiffie, don’t drink too much. We’re two women, all on our own. It doesn’t feel safe to get drunk in a place like this,” Arianne was worried that Tiffany wouldn’t know when to stop once she started.

“What are you so afraid of? I’ll make sure to send you home safely, no matter how drunk I am. Don’t you worry,” Tiffany guaranteed, patting herself on the chest. Then, she unbottled every single bottle of alcohol.

When Tiffany patted her chest, Arianne noticed that her boobs were close to popping out from her low cut spaghetti strap top. She quickly pulled them up for her, “You should have worn more layers! It’s a little cold here and not too hot. You’re going to have a wardrobe malfunction…”

Tiffany finally noticed that Arianne was dressed more conservatively. Most women who came here to have fun would be dressed in hot pants or a mini skirt with maybe a spaghetti strap tube top. Arianne, on the other hand, wore a cream-colored calf-length skirt. She looked like a housewife!

“Ari, you do know that your dress is more risky than mine, right? These men are used to seeing exposed thighs, and they will be intrigued by your naivety. You should be more concerned about yourself.”

Arianne blushed. She picked up a cup of liquor and took a sip, then looked around, feigning nonchalance. She felt like a fish out of water here.