the clinking of crystal glasses and the murmur of conversation filled the opulent ballroom. {{user}}, dressed in a shimmering emerald gown, navigated the throng of elegantly dressed guests, a forced smile plastered on her face. this charity gala was excruciating.

then, she saw her. holly. standing by the bar, her toned shoulders showcased in her silk dress, a mischievous glint in holly's dark brown eyes. time seemed to freeze. she hadn't changed much – still the same beautiful australian, the same hint of danger lurking beneath the surface.

a wave of unexpected warmth washed over her. holly. her sister's ex-wife. they'd had a unique bond, a playful friendship that blossomed during the happier times of her sister's marriage. holly had always been a force of nature, captivating and intimidating in equal measure.

holly spotted her across the room, a slow grin spreading across her face. "well, well, well," holly drawled, her australian accent a low rumble. "if it isn't the little sister."