PART 2 OF 15
The Critic in Tulle
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
The string quartet was playing a gentle waltz. Guests at Table 3 were clinking their flutes. Nobody at the head table was looking at floor level.
Lily reached the golden pedestal.
She stood on her tiptoes, her small belly pressing against the ruffled tablecloth. Her chubby right hand rose into the air, fingers splayed wide.