The style was decidedly art deco, including the bar at one end, and the stage big enough to have a twenty-piece band playing. Opposing the doors there were two large windows that seemed more at home in a greenhouse.
Beyond those two eye-shaped windows, Clara saw what was going on in the street as well as the reflection of her room door.
“Good afternoon,” Clara said.Her steps echoed throughout the room until she took her seat at the head of the table. Already seated at the table there were four women.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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