"Club trophy?" Adrienne raised an eyebrow, a perplexed look on her face.
"That's a really weird name for a club," she added, crossing her arms.
"You look weirder than the name itself," he responded, his gaze fixated on her disguise.
Rolling her eyes, Adrienne replied, "Whatever. Why are we even at a club? What does this have to do with what you wanted to tell me?"
"You'll see," he teased, gently gripping her hand. Surprisingly, she didn't resist his touch, her mind preoccupied with indifference.
As they stepped into the club, Adrienne's vision blurred amidst the flickering colored lights. The atmosphere was vibrant, crowded with people of varying styles and expressions. Some women donned daringly revealing outfits, while men sported simpler attire. Bodies swayed to the pulsating music, glasses clinked, and conversations mingled with the beats. Others simply sat, absorbed in their phones, seemingly unaffected by the lively ambiance.
