The sun sets in the west, the night covering the entire city, with high-rises outlined against the bustling metropolis.
Amidst the dazzling lights, the Kieferlin Hotel appeared gloriously luxurious, gathering the city's celebrities.
Nicole Oliver had changed her clothes and carefully dressed before coming to the hotel.
She was led by a waiter into the restaurant on the third floor.
At the window seat, she saw a man more dazzling than the lights.
"Ms. Oliver, your reserved seat is right up ahead."
"Alright, thank you."
Nicole lifted her skirt and walked briskly towards that direction…
Upon reaching the table, she immediately sketched a perfectly-timed smile and greeted the man in the seat, "August, sorry to keep you waiting. I just came back from the set and lost track of time."
"It's alright." August Oliver, with a faint expression, picked up the menu, "Let's order first."
"Okay."
