"Each morning we are born again, what we do matters the most-" Buddha.
Kiara's POV:
My heels clicked on the floor as I sashayed towards the bonfire that lit up the manor living room. It was almost dusk. The invitees were gathered together, making merriments. Some were admiring the marvelous and probably very expensive paintings that adorned the walls, some were playing cards and most were gossiping. There weren't many people though, most of them were outside, probably walking and taking pictures.
I was dressed in a black dress that wrapped around my contours and curves like a second skin, accentuating my bosom and rear. My hair was braided messily and my lips were tinted crimson. I bit my lips as I entered the hall.
My gaze flickered around the vast chamber, taking in the polished mid
