CHAPTER TEN: Low Class

Hues drained from Amara’s face. She lowered her head and focused herself on her phone. I put Grip on the table and he walked across and stopped in front of Amara.

“You just made that thing trashed over our table. Yuck!” Victoria moved her seat away from Amara.

Amara glanced at me then at Grip who was still a cat. I nodded telling her that the cat was him. She brushed his fur and pet the area under his chin.

“Get that thing out of here.” Victoria raised her hand and was about to whack Grip but I caught her wrist.

“Don’t you dare,” Amara and I warned her in chorus.

“Fine!” She yanked her hand and crossed her arms on her chest.

The usherettes in red served steaks at every table. They were wearing above-the-knee red dresses, red cocktail hat, red lips, black apron from their waists, and black shoes. I was relieved to see the color of their shoes.

“This was requested by young mistress herself for her friends.” The usher served us a bottle of wine in an aluminum bucket filled with ic