t prefers to call me Madam," she says, her voice warm yet tinged with a theatrical flair, like a mask often worn in a place like this. "I own this estab

oiling around him like a tightening rope. His gaze wandered, avoiding eye contact with Madam Stella. His palms grew sweatier, and

to hear. "Madam, can you pick a girl who'd be a good match for my friend here?" he asks, shooting a mischievous grin at

unbearable wave of shame. He felt like a caged animal, unable to escape the scrutiny of his friends' eyes. His face burned, and he looked down, wishi

says softly, her tone soothing like that of an experienced mother. "I'll find the perfect o

they weren't enough to calm the storm in his mind. He could feel Rian and Doni's gazes fixed on him, brimming with unsp

ne, his voice bouncing through the spacious room. He seemed impatie

he sofa. Aren't they gorgeous?" He pointed toward a row of women lounging on a couch in the corner. They smi

His eyes narrowed, as if seriously weighing his options. "Wow, they rea