CLARA’S POV
I leaned against the balcony railing, looking down at the patio below.
For a brunch we’d thrown together just days ago, the turnout was incredible. Like Lydia suggested, I had to put myself out there before launching my company and the first step was this brunch for women in business.
Lydia had sent out invitations and they’d shown up in numbers. More than I expected. More than I could have hoped for.
I was impressed and grateful.
And, if I was being honest, a little on edge.
The patio was packed with at least two hundred women, maybe more, each one a business owner from different packs. Soft music drifted from the speakers, mingling with the low hum of conversation. On one side, rows of neatly arranged tables stretched out, white cloths draped over them, wine glasses ca
