"You're a horrible escort," Belle harshly scolded Altan, snatching Lina away from him. She looped her hand through Lina's elbow and pulled her into the fine and festive club before Altan could respond.
Belle heard the heavy footsteps of guilt trailing from Altan. She jutted her chin proudly in the air and dragged Lina through the doors. Immediately, everyone paused to greet them with warm smiles.
"Madame Belle, Miss Yang, Third Young Master Medeor."
There was hesitancy in addressing Altan, who was always reluctant to be associated with his family name. He narrowed his eyes at the lengthy title that set them apart.
"Madame Belle?" Lina repeated, turning to her good friend with curiosity.
"My family wants nothing to do with my club, despite the success of opening week last time," Belle scoffed. "I don't care."
