“Hey, Katherine,” Charlotte sidles up alongside me. “Have you met the new girls yet?”
“Yeah, briefly. I didn’t catch that one’s name–”
“Beatrice,” Charlotte interrupts.
“Right. And the other one is Chantelle. I met her earlier.”
“And?” Charlotte looks at me expectantly.
“And, she’s dumb as a bag of rocks. She’s only interested in partying, and said some pretty offensive things about us reopening the Saratoga Center next year. And yes, she’s straight,” I add, as Charlotte takes a breath to speak. “She’s here with her husband.”
“Pity. She’s cute,” Charlotte says, staring at her.
I shrug. “Anyways… we are all set for tonight, right? You and Artie are making sure everyone will be there?”
“Yes. I told you not to worry,” Charlotte says.
“Here, what do you think of my speech?” I hold out a small pad of paper. Charlotte takes it from me. As she reads it, she clasps a hand to her chest.
“Katherine. This is perfect,” she says.
“I hope so,” I say.