Chapter 95 Dangerous Encounter!

• AYRA'S POV
• I tugged at my skirt for what felt like the hundredth time, but it was no use. Lissa had insisted on "modernizing" my old uniform—short, tight, and completely out of my comfort zone. But I wasn’t here as an employee anymore. This was just a favor. A one-time thing.
• "Ayra, take this to the executive parlour," the bartender called, shoving a silver bucket filled with wine bottles and delicate crystal glasses toward me.