CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
JAXTall white and looming walls surround me as I step over the threshold into the Eugenic’s Conservatory. They are sleek and gleaming under the ever-changing colors that light up behind them. A purple hue cascades down on me as a man moves toward me.
“My apologies sir, but the East Wing of the Conservatory is closed for a private party later this evening. You must have missed the bulletin.”
Whistling, I say, “Damn, I wonder what strings Corinne pulled to swing this one. No worries, I’m the brother of the bride.”
“Mr. Jax Cooper? Oh! My sincerest apologies, I didn’t recognize you. The party doesn’t start for a few more hours. I can take you to the room if you’d prefer?”
“Do you mind if I look around first? I used to come to this place all the time when I was a kid
