Chapter 27
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The shards of glass shatter at our feet, scattering everywhere. In the midst of the St. Regis’s upper class lobby, Elsie and I find mania and staff scrambling sideways, ducking and diving as a wily woman dances on the bar. A beautiful wily woman.
The entire room is captivated—stunned. They stare at a startling brunette on the bar who kicks up her skirt, sending cocktails flying every which way as she whirls and twirls to the piano-laced beat of “Benny and the Jets.” Even Elsie stares.
I grab her side, pulling close, whispering in her tiny ear. “Head down, kitten. We’re getting the hell out of here.”
My hoodie is almost big enough for the both of us. With the fabric over my head and hers, I thank God that I thought to grab it on my way out, and with the rain still fall
