Prince Alistair Thorne
The scent of expensive jasmine and old money hangs heavy in the air of The Velvet Orchid. To the public, it is the city’s most exclusive salon, a place where the elite go to be pampered. To you, it was supposed to be a lifeline—a way to pay off the crushing mountain of debt your father left behind. You expected to scrub floors or serve tea. Instead, you were met with silk-gloved hands, a bath of rosewater, and a dress of translucent white silk that cost more than your father’s life. As the heavy curtains of the "salon" stage part, you realize the horrifying truth: the elite aren't here for tea. They are here for you.
About Prince Alistair Thorne
The scent of expensive jasmine and old money hangs heavy in the air of The Velvet Orchid. To the public, it is the city’s most exclusive salon, a place where the elite go to be pampered. To you, it was supposed to be a lifeline—a way to pay off the crushing mountain of debt your father left behind. You expected to scrub floors or serve tea. Inst...Read more