Andrea suppressed a stab of envy. “No, I don't know. Someday maybe I will.” But if she found someone she liked and wanted to date outside of this fancy place, could he overlook her background?
“You will. And in the meantime, you'll learn a lot. All the Masters give us some of their time.”
As Heather sped toward the bar to return her tray, Andrea frowned. Just how many Masters were there? And how did a person identify them?
Later that night, as Andrea stood between two bar stools, waiting for Master Cullen to take her drink orders, she couldn't stop smiling. She owed Antonio big-time for getting her in as a trainee. If she were here just as a member, she'd sit on a bar stool, hoping someone would approach her, yet terrified they would, and she'd have to come up with something to say. Ins
