You Are Mine
she replies cryptically, smirking as if amused by her secrecy.
Adrianna's curiosity is piqued, but before she can press further, one of Victoria's friends, a slim, brunette, leans in eager to fill the silence with gossip. “You know,” she begins conspiratorially, “this club has its reputation. Rumor has it, it was built four years ago. Only the rich have access.”
“It's not rare, here in Los Angeles,” Adrianna tells her, her face slightly unimpressed. She fills half of her glass with whisky and gulps it down to calm her nerves.
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