MIRA’S POV
Judy’s brunch was something similar to the grand celebration but this was smaller with fewer people invited.
As for the location, we used a shaded part of the garden well designed for this brunch. There were round ivory tables arranged beneath silk canopies, fresh peonies in crystal vases and also fine china edged in gold along with delicious looking food. A string quartet played lightly in the background.
Looking around it was just as selective, she had said. There were only about twelve tables. Every one present held influence. The nobles of the nobles and their wives, investors, council members and social figures.
I walked towards the table I was dedicated to and every head turned to me acknowledging my presence.
Judy rose immediately from her seat, her smile wide and
