Chapter 4November 3, Friday at Noon in Brooklyn
Colin didn’t think there could be a ritzier house in the city than Armand’s townhouse. However, if Armand’s house was the ritziest in Manhattan, then Ian and Rémy’s on Columbia in Brooklyn Heights was the best Brooklyn had to offer. It had Ian’s stamp all over it. The paint job was world class.
They were served lunch by Marie-Claire, who made club sandwiches, homemade potato soup, coleslaw and French fries. “So I hear we’re going dancing tonight,” Ian said when they retired from the table to the great room.
“Marc is taking me to dinner at Narcissa and then we’re going dancing,” Colin said happily. “He said that no one would stare at my scar.”
“That line on your face is nothing, but he’s right. In the dives, it’s all faces and bodies, but
