ZORA

I swirled the champagne in my cup, a sly smile on my face. Some of the men surrounding me actually seem smart and tried engaging me in a conversation .

So I listened. No one said I can't have fun, besides it's a party.

One of the intellected men came closer to me.

"Can I wipe something off your face?" He asked like a true gentleman, taking out his handkerchief.

I nodded, staring at him warily. I'd know from experience that some wolves can be cunny.

He wiped my cheeks softly and ...