Chapter 3
Sandi's hotel near the river Seine was a former estate close to the palace. Inside, the walls had been painted white to accentuate a huge crystal chandelier in the center foyer.
Located in the Parisian version of Chinatown, it wasn’t anything as dazzling as this hotel where the fundraiser was being held. She stepped inside the glass doors that a bellman held for her.
No one had to know she’d taken the Metro and walked in her heels to save a few bucks.
Sandi summoned memories of her wealthy childhood in Denver to keep her head up as she entered the lobby to wait for the women.
Once the limo arrived, Sandi ushered the five ladies she'd chosen for Charles to meet out of the vehicle she’d rented for them and smoothed her knee-length black cocktail dress over her hip. Black tight
