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---- intimate tone that wrapped around the room. Sierra couldn't drink because she was driving. Clara didn't drink much anyway. So all three ordered soft drinks. Sierra's eyes roamed the room, glancing at Scarlett with a mischievous smile. "You really know how to pick a bar. Handsome guys everywhere." "Friend recommendation," Scarlett whispered, nodding toward the bar. "See that guy with the long legs? Unreal." Sierra teased, "I'd say... about 21." Scarlett smirked, catching the joke. "Excuse me, what are you talking about?" "I meant age," Sierra said, smiling.

"Where else would your mind wander?" "Same place as yours," Scarlett shot back playfully. Clara added, "I actually like the bartender. He's got a lot of character." "Good eye! That's a real catch. And those lips, so sexy," Scarlett said, giving Clara a thumbs-up. "My friend tried flirting with him, but he wasn't biting." Sierra raised an eyebrow. "Check out the guy in the suit at the table over there. I bet he's got a six-pack." ---- "Seriously? You can tell from here?" Clara gawked. "Do you have x-ray vision?" Sierra smiled seductively. "Piece of cake.

Look at how his shirt stretches across his chest." Scarlett laughed. "Seems like this bar is perfect for you two. How about once a week?" "You think you can get away with that?" Sierra teased. "Did you even ask Derek?" "Do I need his permission? Hilarious," Scarlett said, her eyes sparkling with playful defiance. Recently, Derek had learned how to keep Scarlett in check. Threats of calling her mom kept her from pushing too far. Somehow, the band's music stopped. "Alright, it's our open-mic segment! Anyone want to try singing?" the lead singer called, smiling.

"You'll have the golden opportunity to try our boss's homemade tiramisu." Laughter rippled through the room. "Just tiramisu? That's stingy!" The singer winked. "Want some? Come up on stage. Only one portion!" Scarlett tore at her hair. "I want it! I've heard the ---- desserts here are amazing. Who's going?" Sierra laughed. "You should go!" "I'd get killed by my manager if I sang," Scarlett said, pointing to her visible baby bump. "Besides, I can't really get up there like this." She looked at Clara pleadingly. "Clara, you sing beautifully. You should go!" Clara glanced around.

The bar wasn't crowded. "Alright my Queen," she said. The singer, thrilled someone volunteered, guided Clara to the stage. After chatting briefly with the band, Clara stepped up to the microphone. Light, upbeat music filled the room-Lemon Tree. Upstage, the spotlight hit her perfectly. Her high bun revealed a graceful neck, and her white, cinched dress ended just above the knees, showing off slender, toned legs. A diamond anklet glittered with each movement. Rarely seen beauty. Every eye in the bar turned to her. Clara began to sing. Her voice was crisp, clear, and natural.

The cheerful melody carried a lively, happy rhythm, making ---- everyone feel like they had stepped into a carefree, joyful world. She moved effortlessly with the band, swaying to the rhythm. Every note passed straight to the heart, lifting everyone's mood and getting them tapping along with the beat.