Chapter ten

Valerie Pov


The bouncer in charge of the entrance examined my ticket, then handed it back to me. “Sorry, miss, your ticket is invalid,” he said. I turned to Laura, who was lost in thought, her attention elsewhere. “Laura,” I said, tapping her arm to snap her out of her reverie.


Laura's eyes refocused on me, a hint of confusion still lingering. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice low and husky.

"The bouncer says our tickets are invalid," I explained, holding up the rejected cards.

Laura's gaze narrowed, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "That's ridiculous," she said, striding forward to confront the bouncer. "We bought these tickets online, directly from the club's website."

The bouncer, a hulking giant with a stern expression, crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't care where you bought them, ma'am. These tickets are fake. You're not getting in."

Laura's face reddened with anger, but I intervened before things escalated. "Hey, let's not make a scene," I said, placing a calming hand on her arm. "We'll figure something else out."

With a reluctant nod, Laura allowed me to lead her away from the entrance. We stood on the sidewalk, pondering our next move. The music and laughter from inside the club taunted us, making our exclusion feel even more frustrating.

"Well, this is a bust," Laura said, pouting. "I was really looking forward to tonight."

I sympathized with her disappointment, but my mind was already racing with alternative plans. "Hey, there's always another way," I said, a mischievous grin spreading across my face.

How? Valerie is pointless if you try to pull a stunt. She innocently said, gazing weakly at the bouncer, whose attention was fixed on us.




"Don't let her in," a voice warned as we turned to face Clara, who was storming towards us with a determined look on her face. "Don't let them in, especially the lady wearing the Midnight Mirage," she spat, her eyes fixed on Laura with a venomous glare.


Clara's hand shot out, grasping for Laura's hair, her fingers closing around it like a vice. "I know she stole this dress," Clara snarled, her voice low and menacing, as she pulled Laura's hair with a sinister intensity.


Laura's eyes widened in shock as Clara's grip on her hair tightened. I instinctively stepped forward, trying to intervene. "Hey, Clara, let her go!" I demanded, my voice firm but calm.

Clara's gaze flicked to me, her eyes blazing with anger. "Mind your own business, Valerie," she snarled, her voice low and menacing. "This doesn't concern you."

I stood my ground, refusing to back down. "It does when you're hurting my friend," I said, my eyes locked on Clara's.

With a sudden jerk, Clara released Laura's hair, sending her stumbling backward. "Fine," Clara spat, her eyes never leaving mine. "But this isn't over. You haven't seen the last of me."

We watched as she turned and stormed off into the night, leaving us shaken and bewildered. Laura's eyes met mine; her face was pale and worried. "What just happened?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I shook my head, still trying to process the encounter. "I don't know," I admitted, "but I think we just stumbled into a spoiled brat that's trying to ruin our day.


In that same state of tension, a sudden commotion erupted at the pub entrance gate as two stunning ladies with identical pixie-cut hair began a heated argument that drew everyone's attention, including the bouncers. The distraction was just what we needed to slip into the pub unnoticed.


"An opportunity, Laura," I whispered, tugging her towards the entrance, but her feet seemed rooted to the spot. "I can't go in," she said, her gaze fixed on me, her eyes unblinking, and her mind preoccupied. "Valerie," she added, her voice barely audible, as if the name itself held her movement.




"Laura, let's just go in," I insisted as we stepped into the club. The whole place erupted in a cacophony of music, with colorful lights rotating and flashing, making the atmosphere electric. The air pulsed with energy, and the crowd's collective excitement was palpable as we were swept up in the sea of revelers.


The music thumped through my veins, the beat reverberating deep within my chest, as we pushed our way through the throng, determined to reach the heart of the club.


As we navigated through the crowd, the music grew louder and the lights seemed to flash faster, creating a mesmerizing spectacle.


Laura's hand tightened around mine, her eyes fixed on something ahead. I followed her gaze and spotted a stripper pole, surrounded by a dancing rail, where a performer was enticing the crowd with her seductive moves.


"Valerie," Laura whispered, her voice barely audible over the music. "I've been wanting to see this part of the club—the VIP area, where the real action happens."




As we approached the VIP area, the bouncer, a towering figure with a stern expression, blocked our path. "Password?" he growled, his eyes scanning us with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.

I hesitated, my eyes darting to Clara, who was watching us with an amused smile. "Ah, come on, Laura," Clara said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You know the password. Don't play dumb."





Laura's eyes flashed with anger, but she seemed to regain her composure quickly. “Have you been stalking us?” I asked. Clara shrugged, a sly smile spreading across her face. “Maybe.”




The bouncer asked again, moving closer to us. “Miss, your password?” We don't have a password,' I admitted, my voice laced with a hint of anxiety. “I didn't think to ask for one at the gate, sir.” I added, nervously flipping my hair to the side, while Laura stood beside me, her eyes wide with uncertainty.


"I'm sorry, but you can't enter the VIP section without a password," the bouncer said, his hands stretching out to block our path, as if preparing to escort us out in shame.


Just then, I heard the dripping sound of a liquid substance and turned to see Clara, a mischievous grin spreading across her face, pouring a bottle of liquor all over Laura.