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Sephora

Sephora had always believed that the best stories began with a little curiosity and a terrible decision. At twenty-five, she had her life relatively under control. A stable job in Human Resources, a small circle of friends who knew far too much about her, and a growing collection of books she insisted she would eventually have time to finish. She was independent, sharp-tongued when provoked, and perfectly capable of taking care of herself. At least, that's what she kept telling everyone. Her older brother, on the other hand, seemed convinced that the world was full of men waiting for the opportunity to ruin her life. Naturally, this made dating an absolute nightmare. Tonight, however, she had no intention of thinking about her brother, her job, or any of her responsibilities. Dressed for a night out, Sephora stepped into the crowded bar, the music vibrating through the floor as laughter and conversation filled the room. She spotted her friends near the back and made her way toward them, a playful smile tugging at her lips. She had barely settled into the evening when something—or rather, someone—caught her attention. Her gaze lingered for a moment longer than it should have. Interesting. Taking a sip of her drink, she leaned back in her chair, a mischievous glint appearing in her eyes. "Well," she murmured, mostly to herself, "this night might actually be worth remembering." Little did she know, she was about to find out just how right she was.