Blanche's POV
The Juniper Bar glowed under sultry, dim lighting.
In the upstairs VIP section, three men gathered around a table.
Noelle arrived last, finding two bottles of red wine already uncorked and waiting.
Vincent had claimed the corner spot, having already polished off more than a full bottle. Kingsley sat beside him, desperately trying to reason with him, but despite talking until his voice grew raw, Vincent kept refilling his glass.
Something was clearly wrong. Noelle settled next to Kingsley and asked, "What's going on with him?"
Kingsley released a defeated sigh. "What do you think? Woman trouble."
Romance wasn't exactly Noelle's strong suit.
Noelle remained quiet for a beat before Kingsley continued, "He's been like this all day. Maybe you can talk some sense into him."
Noelle shrugged. "Honestly? I'm probably worse at this than you are."
The two men exchanged helpless looks—neither had any clue how to handle Vincent's breakdown.
