Jack sat in the private room of the restaurant, the dim lighting casting a soft glow across the polished wooden table. His fingers absentmindedly drummed against the surface, his mind racing with thoughts of the upcoming conversation.
Then, the door opened, and in walked Cherry.
Jack's breath caught in his throat as he glanced up. He had seen Cherry before, her beauty undeniable, but right now, she looked different—breathtaking, even more captivating than usual.
Her makeup was flawless, enhancing every stunning feature on her already perfect face. Her lips were painted a deep, sensual red, drawing attention to their fullness, while her eyes—those shimmering silver eyes—were framed by dark, seductive eyeliner that made her gaze smolder with intensity. The silvery-white hair cascaded in soft waves down her back.