CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The moment Keira set foot in the dance hall, she was glad she’d made the effort to come. It was insane, a huge, windowless room, with large, sweeping gold staircases leading down to a central, oval-shaped floor. There was a stage at one end, with a faux stained glass window behind it, chandeliers of dripping glass hanging from the center of the domed ceiling, and bright disco lights that turned the whole space from purple, to blue, to red.
Keira stood at the top of the steps, gazing down with surprise. It wasn’t particularly to her taste, and was verging on tacky, but it was definitely something unique for her, and she was eager to enjoy her evening. Especially since the band was a proper five-piece jazz band, with a double bassist, drummer, pianist, guitarist, and saxop
