Whisper Destiny

Chapter 78

~ 3rd Party POV ~

The team arrived at their usual club, where the pounding rhythm of the music seemed to seep into every corner, electrifying the air. Despite it being a work night, the place was alive, pulsing with energy as strobing lights painted vibrant streaks across the crowded dance floor. In this space, time blurred, and the weight of reality melted away—everyone seemed to instinctively know how to let loose and revel in the moment.

Their group had been given one of the best rooms in the club—a private suite perched on the upper floor, its open design offering a stunning panoramic view of the chaos below. Through the glass panels, they could see the dance floor alive with motion, bodies moving in hypnotic sync to the music's pounding crescendo. The suite itself was lavish, with plush velvet seating arranged to invite comfort and conversation, while an array of drinks flowed freely among the group.

Earlier, Catherine had offered to pick Natasha up from the office, but Natasha had declined, saying she wanted to freshen up at home first. The response, though innocuous, left Catherine feeling a flicker of disappointment—she would have to wait longer to see her.

Now, Catherine sat in the center of the group, nestled between Louisa and Chase, yet deliberately leaving the seat beside her vacant, for obvious reason. Louisa and Chase noticed immediately, exchanging a knowing glance but keeping their thoughts to themselves.

As the night wore on, the club grew more alive. The beats of the music intensified, sending an adrenaline rush through the dance floor below. The same energy seeped into the room, where laughter and cheers filled the space. Tommy swayed in his seat, bobbing his head to the music, while others chugged their drinks with reckless abandon.

But Catherine wasn't part of the revelry. Her gaze kept darting to her watch, her foot tapping impatiently. Natasha was late. And no matter how much she tried to focus on the conversations around her, she couldn't shake the restless knot in her stomach.

"Excuse me... coming through..." Natalie, seated at the far end, suddenly pushed her way toward Catherine, plopping herself into the vacant seat without asking permission. Catherine blinked, startled, but before she could react, Chase snapped.

"Hey, excuse you. That seat's taken," he said sharply.

Natalie tilted her chin up, unfazed. "I don't see anyone sitting here. And from what I can see, Catherine didn't mind. If you're so uncomfortable, maybe you should move."

Chase turned to Catherine for support, but Natalie immediately blocked his line of sight. "Cate," she said brightly, already pulling out her phone, "let's take a picture, a moment like this, worth being captured."

Catherine raised an eyebrow at Natalie, who seemed more than a little tipsy. Still, she relented as she normally treat her fan, leaning slightly as Natalie angled the camera. She could feel Chase's disapproving glare.

"You're so photogenic, Cate," Natalie cooed, leaning closer as she inspected the photo. "God, I look like a troll next to you. Can I post this on my TikTok?"

But before Catherine could respond, a loud curse from Chase cut through the room like a whip.

"What the fuck, Natty! What's with your hair?"

Heads turned, and all eyes snapped to the entrance of the room.

There stood Natasha.

It took Catherine a moment to process what she was seeing, and even then, her brain struggled to catch up. Natasha had traded her usual style for something bolder, edgier—a black, striped knee-length dress that clung to her in all the right places. The dress shimmered faintly under the lights, emphasizing every step she took in her gladiator heels, each click of her four-inch stilettos announcing her arrival. But it was her hair that captured every gaze—soft ginger, radiant and warm, tumbling in effortless waves that framed her face and spilled over her shoulders like liquid fire.