Chapter 4Trixie peered into the hotel conference room she’d booked for the night. A table had been set up to her specifications by the hotel staff. A red velvet runner went down the middle and had several candelabras on top of it. Small gourds and cinnamon sticks were also present surrounding the candles. Trixie could already hear Ivy’s jokes about Liberace’s piano being missing from the whole fanfare before she stuck her head inside the room completely. Trixie’s invitation had said to meet at six; though it was now creeping toward seven, she still wanted to wait out this moment for a bit longer.
“When will you need me, again?” Bert asked. He sat on one of the brown folding chairs outside the hotel conference room. He twiddled with his phone, but he’d clearly just lost his game of Bejewel
