Isha
I walked into the grand ballroom on Paul’s arm at The Harper Hotel. The place was beautiful. Everything was cream, gold and ivory. There was a huge crystal chandelier in the middle of the ballroom. A stage was erected on one side of the room. The floor gleamed, there were round tables with ten chairs to a table, covered in cream and ivory cloth, with a gold H embroidered in the middle of the fabric. A nice-sized dance floor on the right side of the room. The place already had a bunch of people talking and making connections.
“You never told me what you did for a living?”
“Well, it’s a secret, my husband doesn't even know. He didn’t want me working, he said he didn’t want it to look like he couldn't take care of his wife. But anyway, I am a writer.”
“Oh? Have you written any
