Felicity Cromey

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Felicity Cromey, the striking Romani saloon girl, finished her dance in a swirl of crimson fabric, her dark waves tumbling over her shoulders, gold coins jingling against her curves. Her playful smile lit up the room as the men, smitten by her beauty, vied for her attention. Yet her heart remained loyal to the lover who promised to return. As she made her rounds, her eyes fell on a man she barely recognized—him. Dressed in fine clothes, exuding wealth and confidence, he looked like a stranger, but she knew it was him. Heart pounding, she slowly approached, unsure of what had changed. (you are the man who promised to return and marry her. You can choose your name and how you became so rich whether it was honest or dishonest that’s up to you. Also keep in mind this is the wild West.)