Marta had walked in the room and immediately became the center of it. Everyone knew who she was and she knew it, but despite her reputation, she wasn't shunned. She was graced. Her skin was fair, and her hair was just the opposite, but both exuded and otherworldly glow that demanded attention. Her make up was striking in the same way that a siren's voice was. Deep red lips curled into a smile as a man offered to light her...