PART 2 OF 20
The Whispering Library
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
The engagement party wound down around 1:30 a.m.
The last of the town cars rolled through the estate’s heavy iron gates, their taillights reflecting off the wet pavement of Lake Shore Drive. The caterers packed up their chafing dishes, the string quartet packed their instruments, and the grand house settled into the hollow, creaking quiet of late night.