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Nico grinned, "we go get lunch. I promised you burgers." "Burgers?" I laughed. "In this dress?" "Why not?" Nico shrugged. "We’re the De Lucas, we can do whatever we want." I looked at him. We walked out of the dressing room. Patricia looked at me and nearly fainted. "Wrap it up," Nico said, handing her a black credit card. "And send the rest to the penthouse." We stepped out onto Fifth Avenue, the sun was shining. Dante’s Point of View The Tribeca penthouse usually looked like a command center. Tonight, it looked like a frat house for rich people.

It was known for its extravagant décor, private service, and, of course, the finest champagne. “That’s ambitious,” she admitted. Lucas stood, offering her a hand. “Come on, let's get your mind off those problems.” Alice hesitated before placing her hand in his. “Alright. Let’s see what’s so special about this place.” As they stepped into the Sky Lounge, Alice felt a wave of admiration. The space was breathtaking—floor-to-ceiling windows showcased an endless stretch of blue ocean, while plush velvet seating and crystal chandeliers gave the room an air of exclusivity.

Is there something I was missing? “So…” she popped out an invite and I blinked. What is that now? “This was sent to me, along with a box of chocolates from one Lady Seraphine,” she said and my eyes narrowed. Lady Seraphine? Again? “She invited me and a bunch of other candidates to hangout. There’s new lounge, thanks to Prince Eldren. It's within the palace grounds so we are allowed to chill out. Who knows? We might even see our Lycan competitors,” Fiona said.

And I know exactly where to find her. NICOLE “Oh my God, this place is AMAZING,” eLLIE screams in my ear as she plops happily onto a velvet couch. She read justs her Bride tiara and waves at a waiter for more champagne. “I can’t believe your new boss got us the queen city.” “Me neither.” The Queen city is a glittering three story club filled with chandeliers, mirrors, disco balls, and frosted glass. Floors two and three both feature a balcony that looks down at the dance floor.

Looking at the neat piles, I finally agreed to go with her. She was right. I needed time to go out and wind down. Working too hard would make me a workaholic with no social interactions and wouldn't be good in the long run. Especially since my previous encounters with Hayden and Milla, I needed to have fun and forget about them. “Which lounge?” I asked her. Her eyes lit up as she realized I finally agreed with her to go out. “The Midnight Bliss Lounge at the Spirit Pride Pack.” The Spirit Pride Pack was famous for its clubs, bars, and lounges. And the Midnight Bliss Lounge was their number one lounge. I hadn't been there but had heard good things about it.

Odessa asked beside me, mid-laugh, as Lena tried to balance a mini champagne bottle on her head. “Yep,” I said, injecting sunshine into my voice. “Just checking if we’re stopping for snacks.” Myra turned from the passenger seat. “Snacks? Please, we’re going straight to the Skybluff Lounge, thank you very much. Frostvale’s crown jewel. Rooftop view, enchanted drinks, and music that makes your feet move whether you want to or not.” I smiled, even though my heart was quietly tap dancing. “Sounds magical.”

Meeting new people is distracting enough, and great for me right now. "Nothing she says is true. Don’t listen to her," I tell Tobias, stretching my neck to peek around him. Tobias notices and glances over his shoulder. "What are you looking for?" "Oh, Chris. He was right there a second ago." Lia doesn’t even look up from her phone. "He left as soon as you walked up to us. Said he forgot something at home. We should go ahead—he’ll meet us at Sin City Chic." Sin City what? Oh. Sin City Chic. The third most exclusive—and hashtag most expensive—boutique in the city.

He complimented her, “You’re so beautiful, Fifi.” Zayn’s compliment earned him a huge smile on Faye’s face, which was capable of blinding even the Gods. Many passersby were stunned by her ethereal beauty. Alice’s Table was a high-end restaurant in Waltz City that served western cuisine. The restaurant was only open to an exclusive selection of people. Those who wanted to dine in had to receive an invitation from an existing member. On top of that, one meal alone cost upwards of thousands of dollars. The restaurant had recently decided to promote their brand name by paying Annabelle Laking. In exchange for a hefty sum, she would be performing at their venue as a part of their publicity stunt.

Damien said before Lyra could respond. Julian raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't aware you spoke for Ms. Nightbane, Mr. Nightbane. I thought she ran the gallery independently." The tension in the room was suffocating. "I'd like to hear more," Lyra said, partly because it was a genuinely good opportunity, and partly because Damien's presumption annoyed her. "Lunch sounds fine." Something dangerous flashed in Damien's eyes. "Perfect," Julian said with a smile. "There's a new French place in Tribeca....Le Bernardin. I'll make a reservation for one o'clock?"

I slide in across from her. “Hey,” I say, looking around. I spot the large neon blue sign that says The Rooster Cafe. “Weird place.” “It’s got a certain quirk,” Lily says, munching on a fry. “You know they don’t cut the grass deliberately?” She shoves the basket in front of me. “Want some?” I take a few and dip them in ketchup. I feel like a fish out of water, and when I strain my head up over the half-wall, I’m greeted with a group of twenty-somethings ordering craft beer.