*Noah's POV*
I watch Ethan shuffle back to his overpriced private room, his shoulders slumped in defeat. The sight should bring me satisfaction, but my attention drifts to the figure in red standing at the window above.
Chloe.
She's staring down at me with an expression I can't quite read. Confusion. Recognition. Something else.
"You okay?" Scarlett asks quietly, following my gaze.
"Fine." I turn back to our table, but I can feel Chloe's eyes still on me.
Madison raises her champagne flute. "I have to say, Noah, this is the most entertaining dinner I've had in years. How did you arrange all this?"
"Good timing," I reply, forcing a smile.
Sophia's voice fills the restaurant as she transitions into her next song. The acoustics are perfect, her voice carrying to every corner without overwhelming conversation at the tables.
"She's incredible," Madison says. "Do you know her well?"
"We've worked together before."
