「Night fell.」
At a high-end club in Aethelgard.
A breathtaking woman with cool, elegant features was wrapped in the arms of a pretty boy dressed in a white casual suit. They clung to each other as if no one else existed. The woman, who seemed slightly tipsy, let herself be held completely.
The two of them looked incredibly intimate.
The photographers snapped their fill of photos, only leaving with satisfaction after the pair entered a private room on the second floor.
Robin Sutton stared at the photos on her phone.
In the photos, Willow West was sitting in a booth with a man who had smoky-pink hair, looking exceptionally close.
In some, Willow West was cradled in the man's arms; in others, he held a crystal glass to her lips. She was beaming, her eyes filled with tenderness.
An indescribable allure.
The photos were taken from a clever angle, making Willow West's face perfectly clear in every shot.
