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the necklace her mother left her and held it before

She stared hazily at the amber liquid swirling in her glass, a bitter smile touching her lips. She idly glanced at her reflection in t

ad been a lively, love

tred, something that rose from hell, seeking

sed a glass of wine to her lips; sudd

before her. Probably some nouveau riche trash; otherwise

y hands off me,

u up?" Seeing she was drunk, he grew bol

lapsed onto a stool, writhing in agony. The thumping music couldn't drown out his bloodcurdling scream. His fri

lemakers. "Don't mess with her. She's cra

n came here to drink alone. Leave her alone, and she

he more beautiful,

mped off her chair, walked up to one man, and lifted his face with her han

ot the best, must be the most hands

ow the centre of everyone's attention, i

staring intently at him. Suddenly, she strode forward,

over to intercept her. But Flora didn't even spare him a glance, merely

ily name meant mor

h effortless allure that his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. Th

his hand, lips curling into

back slightly, his gaze fixed o

rink in one go. She flipped the empty gla

e boldly sat down on his lap, her fingers curling as

nd coming to rest on

it. After a moment, she put it down, her f

ly interested. Women in places like this were all the sam

ighteen, and her bright smile revealed a

ression full of disdain. But Flo

tr

r Derek. His friends knew Derek wasn't exactly patient, especially with women.

an said, trying to help her. If Derek weren't int

sent a jolt of h

y; instead, he smirked, leaning

shed a wallet from her purse, pulled a few small bills

his hand, an unreadable expression on his fa

eving that a man like Derek, who treated money like dirt,

ds, Derek casually wrapped an arm a

ll? Did we s

rsation grew louder than the mus

.

ly to find his arm blocked. A girl was curled against his chest, sleepi

ords for her. Still, she was surprisi

He hadn't expected her to be an untouched flower. Flora knew nothing; everything was clu