“And now, gracing the stage, the enchanting voice of the night, Ms. Walker!”
Wendy, seated in a booth, lowered her glass at the announcer’s introduction. Her mind, though slightly hazy, focused sharply on the stage.
Under the spotlight, Regina’s skin shimmered, bathed in the white light. Wendy narrowed her eyes, a flicker of confusion crossing her face.
The confusion vanished quickly, replaced by a sly smile. “So, you’re here,” she murmured to herself, pouring another drink. Sitting in the shadows, she scrutinized Regina’s revealing outfit, her eyes glinting with a sudden thought. What would Colt think if he saw his wife in this bar, dressed so provocatively, singing for the pleasure of the crowd below?
Wendy, slightly slurring, addressed her assistant casually, “You, go ask when Ms. W
