In Alveria, only an establishment like Quiver could truly reflect her taste.
A woman couldn't even get in if she wasn't rich.
The moment she walked in, the sharp-eyed Ruby spotted her.
"Well now, Miss Ellsworth, long time no see."
Zoe Ellsworth chuckled lightly. "It really has been a while. I'm here for a couple of drinks. Ruby, any new boys in? Get me a room and send a few up to keep me company."
A wide smile spread across Ruby's face. "Of course, we do. Come, follow me upstairs and take your pick."
Zoe walked ahead, with Ruby to her right and slightly behind her.
When they reached the second floor, Ruby seemed to hesitate, as if she wanted to say something.
"If you have something to say, just say it. We've known each other for years; we're not strangers."
"Mr. Hawthorne is here too. In his usual spot on the third floor."
"Is he with anyone?"
Ruby nodded.
Seeing this, Zoe actually seemed more at ease. "We've been divorced for a few days now. We're both free agents."
