Part 24. Dear Brother

Jane quirked her lips at the girl in front of her. Who was she? The bartender couldn’t help but admire her beauty.

She was imperially slim, tall and gorgeous. The purple lace dress showed off her curves with a slit at the thighs, exposing those sun-kissed legs. Her blonde hair was held by a flower pin, the long strands extending till her waist. Not a hair was out of its place. The girl had milky white skin, the purple shimmer on her cheeks, making her stand out.

“Florence” Tristan breathed, his tone edgy.

She even had the prettiest name! Jane flickered her eyes between the both of them trying to connect dots. But she failed.

Florence smiled, “Good evening, Your Highness.”

The Prince shook his head, “Oh, stop with that already! How are you?”

His friends shared a knowing smile which made Jane frown. Was she missing something? It appeared as if Tristan’s friend knew her and whatever happened between Florence and Tristan. The thought made her stomach. She could totally picture them toge