Nighttime.
The bar.
Sophia was dressed cool and chic, while Harper was buzzing with energy.
"Sophia, come on—let's get hyped!"
"I'm here to find someone, you take it easy."
Harper just scoffed, "Relax. My family owns shares in this place. Everyone knows me here."
She pulled Sophia over to the bar. The bartender was young and clearly familiar with her.
"Harper, you actually have time to come by?"
"Troy, two Bloody Marys."
"You got it."
Sophia arched a brow and took the glass Troy set down.
"Troy, tell me—who's the big shot tonight?"
Harper might've come just to play, but if Sophia was looking for someone, she'd help.
"The big names? Yeah, we've got a reservation upstairs. Hilton Group's Lucas, and the Wright family's young master, Ryan."
Harper's eyes lit up. "Knew it. Where are they?"
"Suite 888."
Sophia casually lifted her gaze toward the second floor. A tall figure stood with his back to her.
