INKA
Maggie and I moved deeper into the house, and the music became increasingly louder—a mix of rock and country that made the floor vibrate beneath my boots. We also saw more women laughing in groups, some dancing in the open great room that spilled out onto the courtyard, and others straddling the rolled-in bikes for display.
I stayed close to Maggie as people turned to look at us with surprised and welcoming smiles on their faces. Maggie received respectful nods from all of the women with patched cuts.
“This place is incredible," I whispered to her, my eyes wide as we passed a long marble bar where a bartender in a leather vest poured colorful cocktails with style. Beyond it, French doors led to the courtyard, which featured a massive stone pit with a bonfire and plush outdoor seati
