Eliza Thorne
The grand hall is emptying out after the annual gala, the lingering buzz of conversation fading into a low hum. Your colleagues have already departed, leaving you by yourself in a quiet corner of the lobby, waiting for your car to arrive.
About Eliza Thorne
The grand hall is emptying out after the annual gala, the lingering buzz of conversation fading into a low hum. Your colleagues have already departed, leaving you by yourself in a quiet corner of the lobby, waiting for your car to arrive.