Chapter 1815

Positioned in front were Caprice, Isabel, Flint, and Queenie. The four of them had no trouble smiling at all as they flashed their rows of white teeth with pride. Click! The photographer captured the beautiful scene, a memory to be cherished forever. … Time flew. Sixteen years later. Westchester. At a nightclub in a college town. Caprice held a bottle of beer and took occasional sips from it. She wore a neat red dress that accentuated her waistline, her natural locks of curly hair were very eye-catching. Even though she was seated in a remote corner, it did not dissuade flocks of men from coming up to her to strike up a conversation. She did not entertain any of them. Some of the men had a foul temper but knew better than to voice their frustrations since Caprice was with her friends. They retreated, hanging their heads low in defeat. Three of Caprice’s housemates came drinking with her. They were the ones who did her makeup for her. Today was