walked the length of the room, skirts fluttering the floor around me, skin humming as gazes followed with the same vacantness I’d elicited from Rose-Marie at the restaurant. A touch fearful, even, as if I’d ripped the worship from their reluctant hearts. While Coralie was tucked in a corner trying to smooth-talk President Auger, people were parting around me, a sea of fine silks and charmeuses punctuated by real gold and diamonds, and like a shark, I passed through. Good.
