*Lupo*
I stand in the shadowed balcony, one aspect of the old club that has remained untouched, and look down as the main floor of the Twin Wolves fills with the curious. Tomorrow, more gaming tables will be added, but for tonight the space is left open for dancing. An orchestra plays. Liveried servants serve champagne. People drink, laugh, and wander. By all observations and accounts, tonight is a success. Yet, I feel something is missing.
Then I see her. Dotty. She had come. I had hoped but hadn’t truly expected her to accept the invitation. She is more beautiful than ever, dressed in pale green silk and dark green velvet, with long white gloves that ride past her elbows, hiding hands that had once caressed me.
Her hair, held in place with pearl combs, reveals a slender throat that I
