eleven
Dinner was delicious.
Now they were enjoying the after-dinner entertainment.
The light and airy dining room they’d eaten in on the first night was upstairs in the lobby; it was a happy, open place. This dining room was in the basement, it was dark, and reserved for those in the hotel who had booths at the convention, so it was cramped. But there was space for a dancefloor and they were being looked after, so Evie couldn’t complain.
The tables were long and narrow, only about two feet wide, enough for two plates and two glasses to face each other, but there was a set menu, so serving was quick and easy. They’d be in this room every night, at the same table, so Evie was confident she’d get used to it.
Everyone was facing the stage in front of the dancefloor where there was a guy
