Chapter Twenty-One
Whitlock Investments Banquet, Le Meurice
That night the stockholders event was upstairs out on the rooftop. She stood fidgeting at Walter’s side in a traditional Greek goddess gown. At her insistence, Nigel had facilitated the removal of the original bodice fabric, having it replaced by completely transparent sparkly tulle. To further enhance, ribbons criss-crossed to perfectly showcase her spectacular t**s. On each hot red end was clipped one of the sapphires. Lu glowed that night, she was in her element.
Infatuations sparked and bloomed. Breath suspended. Men willingly lined up as potential beaus from both sides of the Atlantic. It would have been a significant collection, if she had so chosen. The flamboyant count, a French musician of fame, Italian celebrity with
