Claret glided down the wide staircase, her long black dress flowing behind her like dark water. The scent of vanilla and cinnamon drifted through the air, Julie had lit candles again.
Soft light from the chandelier caught on the crystal beads of her necklace.
Julie appeared at the bottom step, wiping her hands on her apron.
“The video jockey is here, ma’am. Waiting in the foyer.”
Claret nodded once, her face catching the gleam of light.
“Thank you, Julie.” She stepped into the foyer.
A young man with bright red hair stood there, headphones looped around his neck. Her eyes caught his thick arms covered in dark tattoos. Black joggers hung low on his hips, barely staying up. A loose white T-shirt outlined his chest.
He looked rough, wild, exactly the type Claret usually avoided, e
