Layla Martine pushed through the throng of bodies at Sullivan's, her platinum curls bouncing with each step. She manoeuvred herself to a quiet corner with a clear line of sight and settled against the dark mahogany bar. Her sharp gaze cut across the dimly lit room, landing on Camila Martinez, who was laughing heartily with a group of friends.

　　"Can I get you something?" the bartender asked, eyeing Layla's designer dress.

　　"Champagne. The best you've got," Layla ...