Her hair was in a messy ponytail, her face painted in deep colors, matching her black get-up, making her seem like she came from the dark world.
She’d been gone for a while and came back with a dark motive. But that friendly smile she’s giving doesn’t exactly help me accept her lightly.
I gave Valerian a glance. He’s composed, as always. Am I the only one getting antsy in this situation?
Now I hope Bree didn’t leave.
"Don't look at me like that," Rachel snorted, snatching Valerian's drink and taking a gulp.
The sommelier Bree was flirting with earlier approached us, but Valerian showed his palm.
"I'm not here to ruin anything, if that's what you think this is." She rolled her eyes and pulled out her recorder. "I'm just here to make a story. I promise to be a nice girl."
She meant no
