Felicia Chapman

Her attire consisted of an extremely low-cut, black dress and a pair of black stilettos adorning her feet. Acrid smoke filled the air as her gaze grazed over the numerous clusters on the dance floor before landing on the lone man in the corner who was staring at her intently.

His cold gray eyes surrounded by crow's feet and graying locks instantly reminded her of her father. With just the idea of someone looking familiar to her father, Estelle f...

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