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When Daisy got back to her office building, she was totally tense and angry. Her plans of repairing her relationship with her mother was futile and now she has to be bothered about a godforsaken prenup. She had just twirled through the revolving front door of the building when she saw the woman she'd prefer never to see again, Lana. And she was talking to her man, with her palm resting intimately against his chest. Lana's long black hair fell to her back, on a glossy black dress. She was a beautiful woman, a knowledge that pierces Daisy's heart every single time. And worst still, the both of them made a stunning couple while viewing their stance together.

Lana was dressed in a vibrant crimson Bohemian-style maxi dress, adorned with feathers of the same hue along the hem. The square neckline complemented her flawless skin, making her look incredibly unique and eye-catching. With minimal makeup and her long hair flowing naturally, the only adornment on her face was a red spider lily placed between her brows. Despite her subtle appearance, she radiated a fiery aura that was captivating. Playfully, Lana knocked on Chris' head and teased, "Feeling quite daring today, aren't you? Flirting with someone like me, the esteemed Ms. Clark?" Chris quickly raised his hands in defense, saying, "No, no, I was just expressing my admiration, I promise."

Kendel started, running her fingers through her short pale blue wig. “She looks good, don’t you think?” Micha clapped. “Yeah, just,” Lana began, adjusting Aislyn’s top so that the fringe settled at an angle which allowed the silvery fabric to settle just at the curve of her breast. “It’s meant to tease, not cover.” The soft stroke of Lana’s nails nicked her peak just so sending shivers through her body. “Oh, sensitive…” Lana grinned. “This will be quite the night, eh?” “That’s what we’re hoping,” Stina was sure to follow. “No heels right?” she asked, dumping hers on a lounge chair along the wall.

"For revenge?" Lana shook her head, She chuckled softly. "Yes, but that's not the only reason." Her face softened as she looked at Lucas. Lana sighed before standing up, "But, I'll need your help." She looked down at her feet. He stood up too, "of course. I'm here, whatever you need." ... In the days leading up to her concert, she worked tirelessly. First and foremost on the song. Then, composing. And finally, performing. At least, she tried to focus on rehearsals rather than obsessing over thoughts of Daniel. When she got a call from her investigators saying, she was not in the hospital's records.