LIORA’S POV
“Welcome, sir. Welcome, ma’am.” The security guard greeted us politely as we approached the entrance.
Ronan handed over his invitation card with a simple nod. “Here,” he said, his voice calm and composed.
“Once you find a table with your name, then your card is definitely legit,” said the staff handling the card verification, scanning the card carefully before waving us through.
“Okay,” Ronan replied, his hand tightening its grip on mine as we walked. I couldn't help but stare at him. His touch sent jolts straight to my heart. How could he not know what his closeness was doing to me? How could he not feel the electricity between us?
But of course, he didn’t know. How could he? Ronan was in love with the wrong woman, and I... I was just the girl who had always been there, crushing on him.
“Welcome, sir. Ma’am,” greeted a waitress once we were inside.