Chapter Nine
The two massive chandeliers overhead glowed softly onto the silver service plates and flatware, the cobalt and gold Napoleonic china, the faceted gilt-edged crystal. Most of the light came from the silver candelabra positioned along the length of the banquet table. Their flames bobbed and weaved, creating grotesque silhouettes amid the vines on the English wallpaper and across the highly polished golden satinwood tabletop. Ward, dressed in evening clothes, stared contemplatively into his glass of burgundy at the table’s head.
The butler led Gina far down the table to Ward’s right on a short chain hooked to an eyebolt in the massive wooden disk around her throat. Long glass suction tubes on her n*****s bobbed precariously from her bulbous breasts. Her hideous shadow followed
