Upon entering The Riverside, Ara was greeted by a hostess who took her wool double-breasted overcoat, smiling warmly before guiding the socialite into a private dining area. One advantage of the Zacharys owning half of Boston was that Ara rarely needed to introduce herself and she seldom had to wait to be seated.
John and his men had accompanied her to the luncheon as he reportedly had 'important business' to attend to upstairs while she was occupied with her mother. She knew this was one of his favorite dining spots and perhaps he did use an office upstairs for his less than legal dealings, but the timing of it all seemed a bit too convenient.
Ara didn't mind that at all, her nerves on edge as she took her time making an entrance, smiling at the women gathered around her mother at a lar
