Chapter 6
“I gotta admit, I never thought I’d be doing this.” Ty glanced around the room with a smile.
“Just remember to keep your pinky up,” Evan joked.
They’d just been seated in the Garden Court at the Palace Hotel. Ty had discovered that the hotel had been in existence since the 1870s. He professed an interest in old buildings and had suggested they investigate the place. It was Evan’s idea to partake of their highly-advertised tea.
“I’m glad we dressed up,” Ty said now, holding his menu before his face as he surreptitiously studied the other customers in the large room. Most of the men wore suits, and the ladies were in their “Sunday best.”
Evan put on his best Old Brit accent. “One must always dress for tea, old man.”
“Says here that this used to be the entrance of the hotel,”
