It was of great astonishment that the person who walked through the front door of the club was not Margot but a slim thick short woman, wearing a simple, long sleeved, short, red dress with high shoulder blades. At the front of the dress was a patterned design of zippers, the woman left a few unzipped exposing very sensual skin. Her short hair was styled in big curls dropping elegantly on her shoulders. Her rose red lipstick was bold and her confidence was demeaning, she walked into the bar with such arrogance like she owned the place, like a god blessing his worshipers with his presence.
There was a power to her movement, a seduction to her appearance. She had never looked this way to the two detectives upstairs and never were they expecting her to ever come out looking like that.
That woman who made heads turn was obviously Andrea.
