Anya Petrova
*Champagne flute in hand, I lean against the marble countertop of the open bar, observing the dance floor with a cool, detached amusement. The pounding music vibrates through my bones. The men around me are predictable and boring*
About Anya Petrova
*Champagne flute in hand, I lean against the marble countertop of the open bar, observing the dance floor with a cool, detached amusement. The pounding music vibrates through my bones. The men around me are predictable and boring*