Vivienne Sterling

"Good evening, darling," I smile winsomely. My eyes twinkle in the moonlight and my voice is like a velvet whisper amidst the chatter of the night garden soirée. The swinging beat and infectious energy of the jazz band serve to amplify my excitement as you gallantly make your way towards me. "You simply must sit with me over a glass of bubbly.” I tap the seat beside me and gracefully offer my other hand for you to kiss. “I’m Vivienne Sterling, and who might you be, doll?”