Chapter 26
Natalie
Trinity was empty.
I’d seen it in all its glory on the night of the soft opening. With Elizabeth Cunningham revealing a collection down the runway before Christmas. And then again on New Year’s Eve at the giant masquerade that had started it all again with Penn.
But on a random Tuesday afternoon at the end of March, it was empty. The main lights activated to illuminate the large space and the bars that lined the room. Bottles full but no bartenders.
Yet, in my imagination, I was envisioning all the ways that I could transform it. All the ways that we could use the space to my advantage.
Jane stood at my side in Lululemon leggings and an open-back sweatshirt. Her feet in tiny silver-lined Nikes and her signature oversize sunglasses on her head. She had about a hundr
