His Important Role

Asher ran a hand through his hair and took a step back, checking himself out in the full-length mirror.

The black formal jacket hugged his body perfectly, and the silk pants gave him a smooth, polished look.

He wasn't used to such expensive clothes, but he had to admit—they looked good on him.

For a moment, he stood there, staring at his reflection in disbelief.

Just as he was about to turn away, the bathroom door opened, and Lucy stepped out.

She looked breathtaking, almost glowing. 

Her hair was perfectly styled, and the short dress she wore clung to her curves in the most flattering way.

It was as if their night together had triggered something in her, making her look even more radiant than usual.

They looked at each other for a moment, holding each other's gaze.

"Let's eat. I'm sure your sense of taste is back now, right?" Lucy said, breaking the awkward silence between them.

"Yeah,"