Love that Kills
The other had dark-brown, braided hair and round brown eyes.
"Estelle," I murmured, recognizing the woman from the picture. I followed her.
"Jaqueline, wait for me!" The dark-haired beauty giggled, squeezing through the crowd and trying to catch her ginger-haired friend, who rushed forward.
"Estelle, come on! If you don't hurry up, all the good guys will be taken before you get to see them!" Jaqueline ran to the center of the hall, where a small group of bachelors stood. She stopped right in front of them, spread a fan in her hand, and waved it, flirtatiously covering everything but her fiery eyes. A few men turned around, and they all sent her appreciating glances.
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