A bright flash of red across the room catches my eye, and whatever curse graces the tip of my tongue dies in my throat. There she is, standing in a corner with her friends, laughing. Head thrown back, long pale neck exposed. Long red hair the color of fucking fire. Flawless white skin. Dark burgundy lips. Tall. She’s not Alex, but she’s beautiful. No, not beautiful. Elle est mieux. She’s better. More. Stunning. Jesus, is she human? She’s gorgeous and I need to shut the fuck up about it already.
