Augusta's POV(past life):

She walked into the building, glancing about as she searched for the man in the picture. She was dressed in a shirt black shimmering gown with a slit on the side just to look sexy, along with silver heels. Her hair cascaded down her back as she scanned the room. A femme fatale. She was playing that role again. It was something her murdered family knew her for. She walked past drunk men and women, walking to the VIP seat as she caught a glimpse of a man. Of course, she knew how to deal with this. She stepped into the VIP centre. Of course, she had...