The music thumped through the walls of the nightclub.

The heavy bass seemed to pulse in rhythm with the flashing neon lights outside.

Antonia pushed through the crowded entrance, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.

She was dressed to command attention in an emerald-green dress that hugged her curves provocatively, the neckline plunging just enough to leave nothing to the imagination.

Her glossy black hair cascaded over one shoulder, and her lips were painted a deep crimson.

She looked like she had been partying hard that night and her face was flushed under its perfect makeup.

The slight sway in her walk betrayed her tipsy state, yet she...