Joy looked past Lauren to the whirlwind that was Bea as she scurried down the steps. She scanned the room in a single second and then strode toward where the group of Supper Club ladies had congregated.
As Bea moved toward her, Joy flicked a look into the kitchen, where Scott had been cornered by Harry, Grant, and surprisingly, Conrad.
Bea arrived out of breath and asked, “What did I miss?”
“Nothing,” Bessie said. “Joy won’t say a word.”
Joy needed another drink, but she’d already consumed one, and she wasn’t a big drinker to begin with. She lifted her empty flute to her mouth anyway, disappointed when she only got a drop against her tongue.
“Why is it so hot in here?” she asked.
“That’s just you,” Cass said.
“Maybe it’s the fires of hell l*****g against your feet for keeping your b
