Chapter 3
It quickly became apparent that letting Sophie drag me out onto the dance floor had been a very bad idea. I had no idea how to dance the Charleston. I'm pretty challenged with not looking like a spaz when dancing to modern music. And it clearly was not yet a thing for three young women to form a circle and dance for each other rather than waiting for a man to come along.
We got a lot of stares. Some of the young women standing close to the wall in groups were tittering at us. Not kindly. I went to high school. I know what it sounds like when the mean girls are laughing at you.
But Sophie was oblivious to it all. She had left behind her lifelong ambition to be a ballet dancer when the three of us were called to take on the guardianship of Miss Zenobia Weekes' Charm School for E
