Chapter Twenty-Three
I have an entire bottle of brandy sitting on the counter.
And beside it is a stack of papers that constitutes the signed and executed contract rendering me the new owner of L’Etoile. When Mama worked as a maid, I looked at the hotel with awe, with anger, with distrust—but I never imagined I would own a place like it.
Now I am the proprietor.
Well, I won’t become too comfortable with the title. I will have to face Bea soon so that we can transfer the title to her name. It won’t matter if I promise never to evict her or coerce her into anything. Only when she owns her suite free and clear will she truly feel safe.
Not tonight, however. Tonight I plan to get very drunk. After spending all day at a lawyer’s office, signing away almost every last cent I own, it seems t
