15

Zephyra's POV

"Why are we doing this again?" I asked Freya as our Uber pulled up in front of the club. A long line of people snaked its way down the block.

"Not surprising, considering the hype behind this place. Tonight is its grand opening, but it's already being touted as the next big hotspot—where the rich, famous, and beautiful will go to be seen."

"Because you've been working hard for weeks, first on your proposal, and now on the project, and you need a break. We both do," she replied.

I patted her knee sympathetically. Things had been a bit rough for her since Jaxson left for LA. She had been struggling with the temporary separation. She had even started teaching interior design classes at a community center a few evenings a week to keep herself distracted. I guessed a night out on the town would do us both good.

After paying the driver, we climbed out. I smoothed down my sparkly green minidress, the one Freya said matched the color of my eyes. With bare legs and a pair of stra