Chapter 51: Unquenchable Fury
Inside the upscale, dimly lit billiards lounge, Sloane Sinclair cradled a pool cue against her chest, letting out a massive yawn that left her eyes watery and half-lidded as she stared at the silver-haired girl standing by the table.
Giselle Frost wore a more casual outfit than usual—sleeves unbuttoned at the cuffs and rolled up to her forearms, revealing the smooth, pale skin beneath.
Compared to her usual pristine, untouchable presence on the Westbridge University campus, this version of Giselle carried less of that stiff formality and more of an effortless ease. The glacial aloofness that kept everyone at arm's length seemed to melt away just a little, making her feel almost approachable, like someone you could actually reach out and touch.
Any guy catching sight of Giselle like this would probably summon courage they never knew they had and try striking up a conversation.
