HER MOTHER'S DAUGHTER

"Is she the reason you haven't gone to get Nadia?" Fran screamed the loudest the second permission was granted to speak.

"I think she is," Dillion said with a smirk on her face, as she gave Angel a scrutinizing once-over. "Perfect perky tits, pokey nipples, blonde curls, long legs, cherry lips, dimples, and I can even see some freckles. Ares! Are you pussy whipped?" She asked in an accent Angel hadn't recognized until now.

It was a french accent. As if she wasn't already super attractive with her striking facial features.

Angel felt a little intimidated by her, and the Fran girl too.

They were both extremely gorgeous, and clearly exposed women.

She noticed Fran and Vivian shared a resemblance. And in her mind, she wondered if they were sisters.

"Angel, I told you to return to your seat," Ares called to her.

She really didn't want to. Left to her, she would much rather be anywhere else than around these people with so much history.