“Thank you, Mr. Langley,” the short-haired girl said, her face lighting up with surprise. She leaned in to give Luella a kiss.
“Whoa there!” Luella raised an eyebrow, pressing a long finger against the girl’s lips to stop her. She smiled, a lazy, roguish charm in her eyes. “This face isn’t for just anyone to kiss. You know the rules.”
“Okay,” the girl pouted, clearly disappointed.
Everyone knew Mr. Langley was not only a regular at the bar but also its most generous patron. He was witty, charming, and lacked the sleazy vibe of other men. He never looked down on them for their line of work and would often hand out generous tips. Every girl in the bar dreamed of catching his eye and changing their fortunes.
But Mr. Langley was an enigma. No matter how stunning the woman who threw herself at him, he would only ever spend the day with them—singing, eating, drinking—but never took anyone home for the night.
“Mr. Langley, I sang too,” another girl chimed in, seeing the cash her friend had received.
“You can’t play favorites,” she cooed.
“Haha.” Luella laughed and gestured languidly with her finger. “Take this stack and split it amongst yourselves. Now scram, I need to talk to my friend.”
“Ahh! Thank you, Mr. Langley!” The girls jumped up, grabbed the money, and happily left the room.
As they passed Juniper, they cast curious glances her way. Could this be his actual girlfriend?
Surely not. What girlfriend would tolerate her boyfriend coming to a bar to fool around with other women?
Reassured, the girls’ spirits lifted, and they waved cheerfully at Juniper. “Bye, gorgeous!”
The door clicked shut.


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