TO LOVE IS TO SIN

“So the greater Romanov Salvador chose to marry.” A man on his 60’s chuckled alongside with the other.

They are clad on the black as Debussy’s Claire de Lune from Suite Bergamasque continuously play on the background. A few were talking, but mainly their group, to where this man belongs to seems to be in that ball with a different purpose, especially to the woman beside the old man, who is clad on an elegant red dress. Her high cheekbones indicated that she is one of the elite. Her chink eyes and her plump limps, which made every man admired her. But her face made them wary.

She looks cruel, although beautiful.

Claire Lee. A sophisticated bachelorette at the age of 25.

“So, what do you think Claire?” The old man turned to her.

He was smirking, knowing what her reaction would be.

Claire raised her eyebrows, “Why does it matter?” She said.

“Of course, it matters!” The old man laughs.

All of the person around the table focus their attention to Cindy. They seems curious and was ant