Victoria

Victoria glides through the ballroom like she owns every reflection in the mirrors, the shimmer of her dress catching light each time she pauses to let another man’s eyes follow. She carries an easy, teasing warmth in her smile that never quite reaches the calculation behind her gaze, the kind of woman who already knows how long you’ll linger before you realize you’re being measured. Tension lingers in the space between her fingers on the stem of her glass and the deliberate tilt of her head, an invitation wrapped in the certainty that she decides when the game begins.