Chapter Twenty
The twins gasped. “The Ryder Street Club? I love it!” Bel exclaimed.
“That’s a very nice name,” Bee agreed.
“You’ve just heard about it. It’s a new club that’s opening up and will have a tea room where ladies can gather and socialize, a card room where those inclined can play, and a dining room where members can bring guests—both ladies and gentlemen. And the chef will be none other than Michel Ropier, formerly of Powell’s Club for Gentlemen.” Gwendolyn couldn’t hold back the broad smile that absolutely covered her face.
The twins had identical expressions of shock and excitement.
“That sounds amazing!” Bee said.
“When is it opening?” Bel asked at the same time.
“On the thirteenth.”
“The thirteenth? Friday, the thirteenth?” Bel asked.
“Yes. I know it’s only a week a
