Zephyra’s POV

“Why are we doing this again?” I asked Freya as our Uber pulled up in front of the club. A long line stretched down the block.

“Not surprising, considering the hype. Tonight’s the grand opening, but it’s already being called the next big hotspot—where the rich, famous, and beautiful come to be seen.”

“Because you’ve been busting your ass for weeks—first on your proposal, now the project—and you need a break. We both do,” she said.

I patted her knee. ...