[Music recommendation: PIXIE-T - Parallel Worlds]
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Thirty minutes away from the Mar Azura Hotel, along the lower side of the mountain by the sea, lay a small market area that led to a limestone structure carved into the mountainside itself.
A sleek neon sign above it simply read Blue.
Two black Mercedes Maybachs pulled up one after the other in front of the entrance.
The chauffeur opened the door, and Julian stepped out first, looking dashing, drawing the attention of several women waiting to enter.
Ignoring the glances, he walked straight to the car behind his and personally opened the door, extending his hand.
A fair, delicate hand slipped into his, and Aliana stepped out gracefully.
"Thank you," she murmured with a small smile before her gaze shifted to the place Julian had brought her to.
