The woman’s platinum blonde hair had been coiffured in a French pleat. Elaborate waves and soft curls framed her face. Her perfectly plucked eyebrows matched the rich brown of her long eyelashes. Her ocean green eyes appraised Nikki with interest and perhaps a hint of something else. Time had left a few lines around her mouth, but no blemishes marked her flawless skin. A slash of red velvet lipstick, the same colour as her fingernails, completed the iconic look of pre-war Europe. Eyes glinting with amusement, an ebony cigarette holder gripped in one hand, she offered the other to Nikki.
Someone walks into your world and takes your breath away. This is what they meant. Nikki stared into the woman’s eyes, and the room faded into insignificance. She tried to pull her gaze away, but she was trapped at the bottom of the sea. Then, Nikki blinked, and the moment was over. She dropped her eyes and appraised the woman’s body. A black cocktail dress hugged curves in all the right places, and the low neckline emphasised a cleavage that would be the envy of many females.
“Do I meet with your approval?” A throaty chuckle followed the words.
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