Hugo stared at himself in the mirror, gripping the sink like a man on the verge of a crisis. His reflection looked just as stressed as he felt, his wide eyes filled with the kind of panic only a man caught between two women could understand.
One thought kept bouncing around in his head:
'Should I just leave? Should I pretend I never saw Loli and go back to dancing with Celine like nothing happened?'
Honestly, it was the easiest choice. But it was definitely not the safest choice.
Loli was here now. That meant his carefully crafted plan for the night had completely crumbled.
If he didn't handle this situation perfectly, he was doomed.
But then, another thought crept in…
Was this how a future Casanova pro would act?
Would a real legend—someone destined to handle multiple women at once without dying—just run away at the first sign of trouble?
Hell no.
This was a test.
A trial by fire.
