Chapter 5
Jo sat at a small table with Simon and sipped from a drink that’s pink color couldn’t possibly have been found in nature. It was called something preposterous. Jo had seen a lot in her years on the road, and she had a hard time mentioning the name of the drink. By now, she’d forgotten the name anyway. All she could hope was that the bartenders would take pity on her and give her something clear, cold, and undiluted by sugar or mixers the next time she went up to the bar.
One of the other bridesmaids walked up to her. She wore khakis. Who wore khakis to a bachelorette party? Apparently this lady did. Jo struggled to remember her name and finally got it. Elise. “They’ve done an amazing job with this place, haven’t they?” She giggled and snorted. “Who’d know this place was the Rit
