Jayden chuckled. "Consider me wowed... this is more than impressive. It's heavenly."
Penelope smirked. "I know. It's my favourite place in the entire city."
Jayden looked around again, taking in the crystalline wine glasses, the swaying lights, the shifting colors of the walls like the aurora. Every inch of the space pulsed with the subtle arrogance of wealth—but it wasn't just about money. It was about power. A place only the exceptional could touch.
Then a thought struck him.
"...Why'd you reveal yourself to the waiter downstairs?" he asked.
Penelope paused.
Her eyes.. purple and mischievous, glinted in the candlelight.
"I didn't," she said. "I simply reminded him."
Jayden raised an eyebrow, about to press further, but she was already moving toward a table set near the center. It was elegant, minimal, with two chairs positioned beneath a hanging crystal light shaped like a falling star.
