“Stop making excuses for her. If she actually cared about her future, she wouldn’t be out there having fun right before the exam. And those students at the regular college, always looking up to her like she’s their hope. I wish they could see what kind of ‘hope’ they’re putting on a pedestal.”
Paulina let herself smile, just a little, satisfaction curling at the edge of her lips.
It was true. The same wave that carries you up can drag you under. Funny how she hadn’t thought of that before.
Nocturne.
That evening, Irvin arrived at Nocturne ten minutes early. He even told the manager to wait by the door and let him know as soon as Wade showed up.
The manager didn’t mess around. He hurried straight to the entrance and waited, nerves on edge.
It wasn’t long before a business van rolled up.
He immediately got himself ready, expecting the usual VIP. But it was a woman who stepped out, dressed in a sharp suit with a designer bag dangling from her arm—a bag that probably cost more than his yearly salary. She carried herself like someone used to making decisions that mattered.
When she saw him, her eyes narrowed a bit, her expression curious. “And you are…?”
He rushed to introduce himself. “Welcome, I’m the manager here at Nocturne. Are you joining us for dinner? May I ask which floor or private room you’ve reserved?”
Laura looked genuinely surprised.
“Wow, Nocturne really pulls out all the stops. The manager waits outside for guests?”
The manager felt his smile slip for just a second. He couldn’t admit he was waiting for someone else, so he kept it polite.
“Our general manager always reminds us to make every guest at Nocturne feel at home. We take the dining experience here very seriously.”


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