Chapter 5: The Ring

All week I thought about the third one, who had written from London. I was flying to London too.

I did not ask Tristan about her. I had learned what happened when I asked him things.

The next Tuesday, someone's engagement party took over the whole top floor of the club.

The permanent staff were thrilled. One server had already been tipped enough to cover her rent.

In the restroom, two women stood by the mirrors.

"Did you see Margot Hunsicker's ring?"

"I heard her fiance bought it himself. It must have cost a fortune."

"Well, it's Tristan Brevoort. He's always been generous."

Water ran over my fingers.

I watched it until one of them asked if I was finished with the sink.

When the wine order went upstairs, I volunteered to help carry it.

I stayed at the back of the group with my hair pinned under a catering cap.

I wore a mask for the cold I'd been fighting all week.

In a black uniform, carrying something heavy, I was easy not to see.

I crouched by the drinks cabinet.

Two bottles knocked together.

A shoe nudged my heel.

"Careful," Hugh said. "You break one of those, you'll be working it off all year."

I lowered my head and nodded.

Across the room, Tristan looked toward me.

His gaze caught for a moment, then moved on.

The woman beside him wore a white dress. A diamond flashed whenever she raised her glass.

Margot Hunsicker was tall and cool, with ash-blonde hair in a low knot. Her family's name made people straighten in their chairs.

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