Chapter 95 Wishlist

Amanda sat at the corner of the exclusive rooftop lounge, her delicate fingers circling the rim of her glass of champagne. The air was warm, the city skyline glittering in the distance like a sea of stars. Around her, laughter and chatter filled the space, blending seamlessly with the soft beats of the lounge music. Yet, her focus was entirely on Vicktor. He was across the room, standing near the bar, deep in conversation with a woman Amanda didn’t recognize. The woman was stunning—tall, with perfectly styled blonde hair, a red dress that clung to her like a second skin, and an air of confidence that demanded attention. She laughed at something Vicktor said, her hand resting lightly on his arm.