Their hair fell in long ringlets behind their swan-like necks and their bare chests and arms literally blazed with gems.
Kendric had ordered some of the specialities that were more delicious than any food Zena had ever tasted before, but it was difficult to appreciate such cuisine when all she could do was stare around her at the other diners.
“I wish we knew who all these people are,” she said to Kendric.
“We will soon be told,” he replied. “I found quite a number of invitations waiting for me at the apartment, and Philippe’s friends seem glad to entertain us to luncheon, dinner, and naturally, supper.”
The way he said the last word made Zena look at him enquiringly.
“Is there something special about supper?” she asked.
“Of course,” Kendric replied. “That is when we shall see the br
