Nina was sitting alone at a quiet bar two nights later, scrolling through her phone, replaying the birthday in her head.

The way Dominic had looked at Serena.

The way the guys treated Serena like she belonged.

It burned.

A man took the seat beside her. Dressed neatly in a black suit. He had a calm aura. “You’re Nina,” he said casually.

She stiffened. “Do I know you?”

He smiled slightly. “Not yet. But I know you know Dominic.”

That got her attention.

“What about him?” she asked cautiously.

The man leaned back. “We’re just concerned about someone close to him.”

Nina frowned. “Concerned how?”

“Serena,” he said.

The name...