Intoxicating Intentions

Cora's POV

The bar sat in the same private wing as Maison Beaumont’s table, but it felt like a different world. The music was louder here, the rhythm easier. People laughed freely, bodies moving without thought. It was looser, less controlled.

Laurent reached the bar first, pulling out a stool with one smooth motion.

"My private section. Perks of organizing this whole event," he gestured to the se