A beautiful scene was unfolding in the grand ballroom.
A lonely girl, shining like the precious and rare gemstone she was had been capturing the attention of those who would never have the privilege of getting to make her acquaintance.
Stargirl was the topic for the night amongst the men and the women.
They had never met someone who was as enigmatic and as charming as she was.
Seemingly mature and charismatic, anything she said or did was thought to be elegant and sensual.
Stargirl's mind was in space while her body was present on earth.
A glass of Methuselah was being brought up to her cherry pout every few minutes, and Stargirl was living in the moment.
The arm that was around her waist had suddenly tightened its grip to pull Stargirl closer into the attached body.
She placed a hand on his chest and leaned her head against his lanky arm as he cleared his throat to speak to the older men before him.
"Well, we met at a conference in Greece," The 27-year-old Russian heir muttered right before taking another drink from his glass of sparkling chardonnay.
Stargirl nodded her head right as the corner of her lips drew themselves upwards into a reassuring smile, "In Athens to be much more specific," She snapped her head upwards to look at him, "Isn't that right sweetheart?"
Ilya momentarily stared right into her doe-eyes before resting his gaze back upon his three eldest brothers who were all impressed by the type of girl hanging off of their youngest brother.
"Yes, in Athens." He reaffirmed Stargirl's lie with a grin towards her and to his wary siblings.
Ilya who had hired the escort through her webpage had told Stargirl upfront about his dilemma with his only sister's upcoming wedding.
Understanding of his situation with her hourly fee of $3k, Stargirl asked for an additional $2k if he wanted her to go along with him all night.
Much to his surprise Ilya Petrovich was impressed by the escorts ability to manipulate the people around her.
Including him.
"Can you remind me where you're from again?" The older one, Mikhail, asked the young woman who scrunched her nose up at his question.
Stargirl lowered her drink from her lips and giggled, "Sacramento."
"Oh, I've never been but, I love visiting Los Angeles," The second oldest and the most anxious looking one Sacha, replied with his small head nodding in agreement.
Stargirl pursed her lips together a conscious part of her thrilled by lying, "Yeah, beautiful state but I'm much too busy at my art gallery in Chicago."
The three men before her all looked confused at her new statement it didn't match up with anything she had already said.
Ilya had also grown nervous, he removed his grip around her and slid both hands into the pockets of his slacks.
The 27-year-old could already visualize his older brothers badgering and harassing him for hiring an escort to pass off as his girlfriend.
"Gallery?" Sacha skeptically repeated after Stargirl.
Stargirl pridefully nodded her head, "Yeah."
Mikhail gruffly scoffed, "Well, I thought you said she was a tech analyst Ilya."
Ilya felt small in the presence of his older brothers since all of them were always badgering him to settle down with a woman already.
However, Ilya had no intention of settling down anytime soon.
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STARGIRL
General Fiction"Her lips are like the galaxy's edge, and her kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place" (AM). - Every time he looked at her, he could feel his heart breaking. She was the girl with the gleam in her eyes plucked from the stars themselve...