When it came to women, there was a certain beauty that only came with age. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was or how to describe it, but the words regal and stately came to mind. They held themselves with a confidence that girls like me could only dream of. It was the determination in their eyes, the knowledge that with their beauty and charms, they held an invisible power over men and women alike.
There weren’t many women who aged like a fine wine, but Olivia White was, without a doubt, someone like that.
Even in the badly lit backroom of the bar, with exhausted dark bags under her eyes, she was unmistakably a woman that was used to getting what she wanted. Something I could only envy.
“Harlequin De Marquise. Is that your actual name?” she asked, her voice light and curious. She f
