Chandeliers cast their warm light over a polished mahogany table by the entrance adorned with a large flower arrangement not nearly as beautiful as the one Zoe made for our hotel lobby. Perhaps I could persuade the owners of Le Papillon, one the city’s most exclusive restaurants, to hire her design services. I slide a glance around the elegant décor — white tablecloths, flickering candles, sparkling view of Atlanta — and bend my ear to the gentle murmur of refined conversations. Boring, boring and more boring.
Chapter 10 - Caleb
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