Chapter 97
Only when the server emerged with their drinks did Julia seize her moment, darting in front of him.
A triumphant glint swept over her as she looked at Evangeline.
Evangeline, you’re so smug, aren’t you? Well, tonight’s the night you’re going down in flames, Julia thought, a gleeful smirk playing on her lips.
Evangeline, settled in her booth, received her cocktail
It was a stunning shade of bright blue, the ice cubes casting a cool mist. If she leaned in close, the scent of tequila would tease her senses.
Evangeline’s lips curled into a pleased smile.
Tomorrow was blue, no? That was exactly the drink she had had in mind
She took a delicate sip, letting the flavors dance on her tongue.
The liquor was potent, rushing to her head, and Evangeline knew she would be over the edge if she had
more than half.
She reined in the urge to gulp it down and, as the dance floor pulsed with a new song, she eagerly pulled Roslyn into the throng
The beat was infectious, and Roslyn was panting in no time. She then saw Evangeline, her movements quick yet elegant, and she just had to stop and watch
She was not the only one. Soon, everyone around Evangeline had paused, captivated by her dance.
Evangeline was the life of the dance floor, lost in the rhythm of the thumping beats. Twirling, leaping with a fiery passion, she was a spectacle of grace and strength that drew every eye, leaving the crowd breathless for her next electrifying move.
She shone like a fiery sprite in the limelight, a vision of red, dancing as if she was made for that moment
From the sea of faces, a voice of recognition cut through the noise
“Can you believe it? Isn’t that our very own queen of the night?
“She’s back!”
Evangeline’s heart raced with the music, but the sudden darkness threw her off. The liquor she had
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