Inside the apartment, Clyde rubbed his reddened temple while Georgina stood, eyes wide, mouth gaping at Micah, no, at the girl Clyde had been secretly meeting behind Micah's back.
Georgina could not look away from her. All of her ranting and scolding that she was ready to throw at this shameless third party, got stuck in her throat.
The girl standing in front of her was so gorgeous. Pale white hair cascaded down her shoulders, catching the light like spun silver. Her makeup was exquisite, delicate but bold in all the right places, framing eyes that seemed far too expressive to be real. The oversized shirt hanging loosely over her frame was clearly Clyde's. And it only added to the effect, slipping low on one shoulder, exposing smooth skin. The proportion of her shoulders, chest, and slim waist made her a natural model. Her gaze dropped to those pale long legs…
It took her a second to connect the dots.
