Friday night.The ballroom was like a movie. Huge crystal chandeliers illuminated the tables covered with white tablecloth. Flower compositions surrounded the stage. Men with tuxedos and women wearing elegant evening dresses slowly filled the room.
Elena was checking the guest list when she saw a familiar face.
He was a man from the cafe.
The one who called Julian “junk.”
When he saw Elena, he fused his eyebrows.
“Do you work here?”
“Yes.
The man smiled contemptuously.
“That explains those ten dollars.
Elena understood exactly what she was implying.
