Ava could not speak carelessly about her unborn baby so she zipped her lips immediately. Rebecca's eyes scanned the hostess, searching for any signs that she might have overheard Ava.
"Please lead the way," Rebecca instructed as the leader of the group. It was hard to read through the hostess whose ears were trained after hearing a lot of whispers that couldn't leave the walls of the club. Her expression was completely unreadable.
Abrielle followed as they were led to an exclusive corner of the room, where a round table was set with fine china and a three-tiered tray of sweets gold dusted macarons, fruit tarts, and lavender-infused biscuits. All the exotic fine pastries Abrielle could imagine.
Their fragrance was strong with a very appetizing aroma. The table itself was draped in silk, and the high-backed chairs were embroidered with delicate rose patterns.
