CHAPTER FIVE
“Are you going to watch Tom’s band tomorrow night?” asked Janice, wiping down the back bar. “They’re so good. I’ve been to see them four times now.”
Evelyn had just about finished cleaning the coffee machine, her least favourite chore. She was surprised at the question. Tom hadn’t mentioned anything to her about playing in a band, and certainly nothing about playing in a gig tomorrow night. It wasn’t surprising, though, that he hadn’t mentioned it; she knew he didn’t like her, not that she knew why. “Tomorrow night, did you say?”
“Yes, at the Prince Albert on Trafalgar Street,” replied Janice. “Do you know it?”
She wanted to laugh. In her previous life as a fabulously wealthy daughter of a billionaire hotel chain and department store chain-owning father, she would never ha
