"Oh, man, I'm starving!" Tanya Thorne said, arching an eyebrow and rubbing her stomach with a troublemaking look. "After a screw-up this big, shouldn't the club's owner be pulling out all the stops to appease us?"
Ivy Holden was just about to suggest they go find something to eat when a sharp, disgruntled voice questioned her from behind. "Ivy! What's going on? Why aren't they letting anyone leave?!"
"What do you mean, 'what's going on'?" Ivy Holden turned to face Leila Lane and James Zimmers, who was standing beside her.
"James has something to attend to, so we wanted to leave early, but the bodyguards said something hasn't been cleared up yet, and no one is allowed to leave. What is this, a birthday banquet or a death trap? And I find it so strange—the owner of this Arundo Club, Susan Spencer, has been best friends with your stepmom for years. Even out of respect for Auntie Morrison, a mistake like this shouldn't have happened!"
