It was a hot summer night, and Richard found himself invited to a housewarming party in the trendy part of town. The host, a successful entrepreneur, had spared no expense in throwing a lavish soiree. The mansion was filled with the city’s elite, but Richard’s eyes were drawn to a woman standing alone by the pool.
She had a mane of curly, raven hair that cascaded down her back, framing her petite, hourglass figure. Her bangs grazed her eyebrows, giving her an air of mystery and allure. She was the epitome of a curly-haired siren.
Richard approached her, offering a glass of champagne. She smiled, her full lips curling upwards, and accepted the drink. They exchanged pleasantries, and Richard discovered that her name was Isabella, a 25-year-old artist who had just moved to the city.
