Chapter: 8

“Norah, now that you're divorced, are you going to the race at Krusa Mountain in five days?"

"No," Norah flatly refused. "I haven't raced in two years. I'm out of touch."

Joanna looked unconvinced. “Out of touch? Try a better excuse next time. Tell me, Norah, are you still holding onto hopes of getting back with that bastard Derek?"

Joanna was on the verge of bad-mouthing Derek, but she brightened up.

“Remember three years ago at that race? Nocturne was the only one who could keep up with you. Since your dropout, he's taken first place at Krusa Mountain Racing for the last two years. He's expected to compete again this year. Don't you want to see him?"

The Krusa Mountain Racing was an exhilarating underground event, a gathering of the young and wealthy elite of Glophia who were enthusiasts of modified car racing. This event was known for its thrilling races and attracted a crowd that loved extreme sports.

To protect the contestants' privacy, each racer in the competition would receive a mask from the organizers and go by code names during the race.

A unique aspect of the race was that the winner could ask the defeated racers to remove their mask.

Norah reminisced about the thrilling race three years ago, where Nocturne narrowly missed first place by just three seconds.

Excitement flickered in her eyes as she said, "Well, I guess there's no harm in checking him out."

Aaron's interest was piqued at the mention of "divorce." He asked, "You're divorced, Noelle? That man really doesn't know what he has lost. I bet he'll regret letting go of someone as precious as you. Anyway, about those design drafts..."

Joanna's attention shifted to Aaron as she asked, "Norah, are you still working on designs for BelleVogue? No wonder some of their luxury Line looks like your creations."

Aaron beamed with pride, declaring, "Noelle's a top-notch fashion designer acknowledged by the High Fashion Association. She's known worldwide for her designs, which fetch sky-high prices. Luckily, being close to Noelle, I've been the only one to get a few of her creations over the past two years."

Joanna rolled her eyes and said, "That's all because of Norah's talent. What's it got to do with you anyway? Come on, speed it up. I need to look stunning tonight, just like Norah."

"Okay, okay. Just relax, and I'll make sure you both look fabulous."

An hour later, they made their entrance at the Glamour Club.

On the dance floor, vibrant lights twirled and illuminated the walls and floor. The music pumped with excitement as people danced, their faces beaming with joy among the scent of alcohol and smoke lingering in the air.

The second floor offered a quieter ambiance, where Norah Lounging alone on a sofa, sipping her drink, drew curious looks. Norah wore a silver-white strapless mini dress, her chestnut hair lightly curled and cascading down her back. The elegant curve of her neck shone with a soft glow as she tilted her head to sip her drink.

“There's my Norah!" exclaimed Joanna, sitting across from Norah. “You haven't gathered with me in the past two years, always dressed in those formal dresses at the Carter residence. Didn't you feel suffocated? It's so good to see you back in your element. It makes me so happy."

Norah silently sipped her drink, offering no words.

As the fiery liquid slid down her throat and into her belly, her body gradually heated up.

Even though Norah married into the Carter family and tended to Derek daily, she still enjoyed dressing up and donning stylish outfits and lovely makeup. Yet, Sharon and Derek's sister, Kathy, often criticized her for being too showy. They claimed, with Derek bedridden, she had no business dressing up so extravagantly.

Eventually, for Derek's sake, Norah dialed back on her grooming to dedicate herself entirely to his care, becoming his constant caregiver.

But those days were all in the past. Free from the Carter family, Norah could now dress as she pleased, no Longer concerned with their critiques.