“Heavens, no!” Chara laughed. “Among my people I am just an ordinary person. And a name is not important, Andi,” she said. “You of all people should know that.”
Andi fell back in her seat, stunned. “How do you know my name?” she whispered. “The only person in this business who knows my real name is Josephine.” She began to grow angry. “How did you find out?” she demanded.
“It is my gift to know such things.” She shrugged lazily, unperturbed by Andi's suspicious gaze. “There, my dear,” she said, patting her hand. “Do not frown so. I do not know why you choose to hide your true name, lovely as it is. But your secret is safe with me.”
Andi grimaced, unconvinced, but was interrupted as their waitress approached. Apparently the maitre d' had decided not to cross swords with Chara again, as h
