Chapter 12Violet was in the middle of having a very nice conversation with a woman named Mary about her garden window boxes when she saw him.
Lucien.
He was here, in this club, and he had a woman on his arm.
“And so, I decided that it was ridiculous to pay full price for herbs at the grocery store when there was a farmer’s market, and then there, I discovered how easy it was to just grow my own basil,” Mary said, barely noticing Violet’s shift in attention.
The two of them stood by tall tables near the back of the lesbian bar called Sisters. It was a spacious place, filled only a little to capacity since it was still pretty early in the night. Violet had arrived at eight and found Mary standing by herself. The two had gone through two Bloody Marys together—since how cute, it was named
