Auctioned for the Billionaire
I looked around the nightclub, searching for any detail that could bring back memories of that night, but finding nothing that caught my attention, I walked with my sister to the bar, looking for the closest spot to where I had been before.
"And then?" Sarah asked after a few minutes, staring at the drink in front of us with disgust. "Can you remember anything? Or did we waste our little money in vain?"
I rolled my eyes at Sarah, unable to stand her complaints, on the verge of being rude again when something triggered a memory. Or rather, someone. I looked closely at the woman who approached one of the waitresses, seeming to give some kind of instruction.
— Do you remember her? — Sarah quick
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