Alexandra ran her fingers through her hair as she walked down the long hall and sighed. What a night. She wrapped her hands around her body and gently massaged it. Now that she had show her true colors to Eleanor, the blonde wondered what move next she'd pull.
She wondered. At the stage in which this game had progressed, there was no way of knowing what cards the elderly woman would pull from underneath her sleeves. That was the kind of game Alexandra wanted to play, a game in which she didn't hundred percent know the odds, but was sure she'd win. That type of game gave her the thrill her life lacked.
“You did well.”
She flinched and her thoughts were interrupted as she felt something cold touch her cheek. She groaned as her cheeks stung.
Grabbing the cold object, she glanced
