The music pulsed, a relentless heartbeat that echoed through the club, but Benedict felt a sudden stillness, a curious vibe that descended upon him. He had been watching Paulina, her laughter echoing through the crowd, her movements a blur of energy and joy, but a shift in the atmosphere, a subtle change in the energy of the room, had caught his attention.
Excited murmurs rippled through the crowd, a wave of whispers that seemed to converge on a single point. Benedict, his curiosity piqued, followed the direction of their gazes, his eyes drawn to a woman standing alone by the bar, her back to him. She was a vision, a silhouette of elegance against the backdrop of the pulsating lights. Her dress, a shimmering cascade of silver, clung to her curves, her hair, a cascade of dark waves, framed
