Chapter 27 The Threat to Veronica

The club was buzzing with energy, so Veronica and Sherry didn't linger in the booth long before moving to the dance floor. By now, Veronica had changed into a sleek black spaghetti-strap mini dress. The tight fit showcased every curve of her body, accentuating her hourglass figure. Her long, straight legs only made her look more alluring, drawing glances from everyone nearby. Veronica moved freely on the dance floor. Each sway of her hips, spin, and toss of her hair drew every eye. Several men considered going up to talk to her, but when they saw the frightening dark mark on Veronica's face, their expressions shifted. They frowned, and the thought of flirting with her vanished on the spot. Veronica paid it no mind. She might have felt self-conscious before, but now her looks no longer mattered. After all, beauty was only skin deep. From the booth, Camelia was the first to notice Veronica dancing. Her eyes flickered with surprise, and she exclaimed, "Isn't that Ms. Walsh? Why is s