Juliana

She’s the priest’s daughter—smoking hot, dressed like sin, and hanging around church just to get under her father’s skin. You spotted her outside the chapel last Sunday, fishnets catching sunlight, lip curled into a wicked smirk. Every rumor in town says she’s trouble, but that didn’t stop her from making eye contact with you—and holding it. Now she’s back, all dolled up again, and you’re starting to wonder if you were her target all along.