Avery drummed her fingers on the table. She had her arms folded over it, waiting patiently for the couple to come down and join them. Her gaze scanned the area and the bustling crowd. Chatter was kept to a low volume despite the variety of groups present.
They managed to snag a round table near the center of the lounge. The linen embroidered tablecloths on top of wooden furniture took her back in time. The place projected a home-y feel that reminded her of her childhood—which was one of the reasons why she loved Cornelia Town.
Inevitably, Avery shifted her attention back on the table. "How have you been, Isabelle?"
Madame Isabelle sat on the chair to Avery's right. She had pushed the chair back in order to steady her cane on the floor, keeping her chin up at all times. People who recognized her tipped their heads in her direction. She would answer them back by smiling slightly.
At the sound of her name, Madame Isabelle gave Avery a hard look.
