Chapter 186 A Ghost From The Past

The low hum of conversation barely touched Genevieve where she sat, alone at the dimly lit corner of the bar. A crystal tumbler of scotch sat untouched before her, the ice melting into weak rivulets. Her reflection in the mirror behind the bottles mocked her, cheekbones too sharp now from restless nights, her dark eyes clouded by questions without answers. She wore a deep emerald dress that clung to her slender figure, the color too bold for how hollow she felt inside. Her dark hair fell in soft, disheveled waves over her shoulders, a stark contrast to the polished woman she once was. She stared into the glass, but all she saw was a stranger draped in sadness and regret.