Chapter 3

The music in the private room suddenly cut off. Everyone turned their attention to the uninvited guests at the door.

Someone from Naomi's group frowned and asked, "Dale? What are you doing here?"

Dale ignored him and walked straight toward me. His face was a mix of anger, confusion, and humiliation.

"Winona, you really do know Naomi," he said, his voice low but heavy with tension, like a storm about to break.

Naomi stood up, stepping in front of me with a sly grin. "Dale, it's been a while. Are you here for my friend?"

Dale looked at Naomi, then…