Isabella flirted. Angel restrained from strangling her. Jacque avoided comments from the ladies. Damon took advantage of every opportunity to outshine Jacque. It was an exasperating experience, plus Angel wasn’t pleased with the dress she settled on buying.The rest of the day entailed answering phones and arranging accommodations for the arriving guests. The housekeeper remained busy answering the door. By mid-afternoon, Angel collapsed on the sofa from exhaustion. Nat and Jazzy were already lounging in the parlor chatting.“Man, I never thought I would be happy to not talk on the phone.” Nat licked her lips and rubbed her throat. Nat was all about drama.“Nope. Not something I expected to come out of your mouth,” Angel responded, kicking off the pumps.“It’s crazy to know all these creatures live in New Orleans as if we didn’t have enough human freaks,” Jazzy added.Angel stretched back on the pillows and propped her feet on Nat’s lap. “Yeah, I know, but you get use to it.
