Chapter 114

Harrison's dormitory was shared by two people. Herself and Rosalind Fairchild.

Rosalind flashed a bright smile. "You must be Harrison! I'm Rosalind. Looks like we're stuck with each other."

Rosalind was vibrant and full of life. A prominent birthmark stretched across her left cheek - an inky stain against porcelain skin.

Noticing Harrison's gaze, Rosalind didn't flinch. "This beauty mark? Doctors say it's permanent. My classmates call me 'Patchwork Girl' when they think I can't hear." She gave a careless wave. "If you want to request a transfer, I won't blame you."

Harrison grinned. "Perfect. I'm just a small-town girl. We'll make quite the pair." She extended her hand.

Rosalind's face lit up as she clasped it.

The two clicked instantly. Harrison admired how Rosalind carried herself - that mark didn't define her. She radiated confidence.

Without warning, Rosalind linked arms with Harrison. "We're hitting The Velvet Lounge tonight."

A nightclub?

Harrison barely had time to protest before being whisked away.

At The Velvet Lounge, Rosalind flagged down a waiter. "Your best VIP room, please!"

Harrison tugged her sleeve. "Can you afford this?"

Rosalind winked. "Daddy's credit card has no limit."

The waiter looked apologetic. "Our premier suite is reserved for Mr. Willowbrook tonight. He's entertaining Mr. Falcon."

The Velvet Lounge belonged to Sebastian's family. Tonight, he hosted Nathaniel.

Rosalind perked up. "Nathaniel Falcon is here?"

"Yes, with Ms. Whitmore. They're playing cards with Mr. Willowbrook and other guests. That's Mr. Falcon's private area."

Harrison's breath hitched. Nathaniel and Isabella, together. What were the odds?

Her eyes found the exclusive lounge at the back. Nathaniel's domain.

Rosalind pulled her forward. "Let's get a closer look."

At the doorway, Harrison saw the gathering. Cards scattered across the table. Nathaniel commanded the center seat.

Tonight, he was devastating. A crisp white shirt hugged his frame, top buttons undone to reveal tantalizing collarbones. He handled his cards with lazy precision - all effortless charm and lethal grace.

Isabella sat beside him in a rose-print dress, petals blooming across the fabric. Stunning. They looked like something from a magazine spread.

Sebastian and two other heirs laughed over the game.

Sebastian grinned. "Another loss, Nathaniel. Your luck's terrible tonight."