The bar throbbed with low bass, moody lighting, and the perfume of expensive liquor and richer intentions. Selene stepped in, one foot after the other, slow and deliberate, like a whisper meant to be heard.Her satin dress clung to her frame in shades of crimson wine, thin straps resting on her shoulders. The slit on one side revealed just enough thigh to be enticing but not vulgar. Paired with soft heels and a slick gloss on her lips, she looked like a sweet, innocent girl.Her expression, however, was wide-eyed, thoughtful and hesitant. It told another story. She kept her head slightly down as she weaved through the crowd of drunk heirs and giggling heiresses. She didn’t want to be recognized yet.Her phone buzzed. ‘Private booth. Far right.’The bouncer guarding the rope parted the curtain for her with a respectful nod. Selene stepped into the private lounge, and instantly, the chaos outside dulled. The lighting was dimmer here—rich amber lights glowing from crystal sconces, illum
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