After I leave the Lucky Ladies, I take a new route to the Nouveau Palais. It means an extra-long train ride, but I want to be sure no one’s following me. Eventually, I march toward the entrance to Vice’s home.
Up close, the Nouveau Palais towers higher than I remember. Every inch of red brick is carved with intricate patterns. Bronze filigree frames the windows. A wide green awning covers the main doors. On reflex, I keep straightening my green dress and repositioning my satchel. All of a sudden, it’s hard to pull in enough air.
You can do this, Lexa.
You can do this, Lexa.As I close in on the entrance, a guard in a green suit jacket opens the door.
“Good evening, Miss.”
I’d planned my outfit with care. But when it comes to what I’ll say? Not so much.
“Yeah,” I say lamely.
The guard
