The Prestige Nightclub.
A sleek black Maybach rolled up to the entrance.
Tristan stepped out and opened the door for Megan, taking her delicate white hand and helping her out.
With one arm around her waist, he was ready to head in.
"Wait, Rachel hasn't gotten out yet."
Tristan glanced at the backseat. "She's got hands; and she can open the door herself."
Sure enough, watching the couple walk away without so much as a look back, Rachel huffed and pulled the door open on her own, hopping out to catch up.
Seriously, she'd just witnessed the definition of double standards in action.
She followed behind them, sulking.
The staff at the nightclub all greeted Tristan with deep bows, calling him "Mr. Reid."
He pushed open the door to private room 2121.
Smoke fille
