Elysium glowed like temptation bottled in neon.
Sophia arrived in front of the entrance in a dress so tight, so offensively fuchsia, and so breathtakingly clingy that it would have looked cheap or tragic on ninety-nine percent of the population.But on Sophia Ysabel Almeda?
It looked like vengeance dipped in silk.
Dominic whistled. “Girl, you look like a limited-edition Barbie who knows secrets.”
Sophia flipped her hair. “Good. I am here to drink until I forget the existence of men who think they are God’s gift to morality.”
“So… Christoph?” Dominic asked sweetly.
“Shut up.”
They picked up Olivia and Mae on the way. Olivia, conservative as always, hesitated at the glowing Elysium sign.
“Are you sure about this?” Olivia asked. “It is so loud. And still very shiny.”
Sophia squeezed h
