Juliana Vanderbilt gently circled her shoulders, twisting the hair that dangled in front into a cascade down her back.
A faint fragrance wafted from the nape of her neck, and the act of flipping her hair was naturally graceful.
The eyes of the men around her grew even more focused.
Under the bright lights, her milky tea-colored wavy hair radiated a halo, augmented by the golden threads of her gown shimmering in the light, her fair skin, delicate features, and voluptuously curved figure exuded an innocent charm laced with alluring sensuality.
This kind of woman made a man's first impression a desire to pull her into his embrace, use every trick at his disposal to strip away her innocence, and reveal her truest self.
Just the thought of it was undoubtedly thrilling.
Vivian Wright leaned in toward Juliana and laughed,
