Catherine Brown is in the restaurant office doing paperwork when a female hostess interrupts her. Wondering why an employee would approach her outside of an emergency, Catherine asks, "What is it?" The hostess informed Catherine that a customer requested to speak with the owners. Catherine acknowledged and walked towards the balcony, where she saw Asa Sweet and his three associates.
Asa owned the Marigold Hotel, and a secret speakeasy, much like the Lackadaisy Cafe, but his establishment was known to be more dangerous. Asa noticed Catherine and approached her. "Madame Brown, I presume," Asa said, kissing her hand.
"Yes, and you must be Mr. Asa Sweet, the proprietor of the Marigold Hotel. I'm surprised to see you here," Catherine replied.
"I sometimes dine out from the hotel. I decided to come here tonight to observe," Asa explained vaguely.
"Observe what exactly?" Catherine asked. "If your nightclub is supplying a certain beverage," Asa replied.
"I assure you, Mr. Sweet, we have nothing of the sort. You can even ask the commissioner himself. He's sitting over there," Catherine said, pointing to the commissioner's table. The commissioner waved to her.
"With all due respect, Mrs. Brown, I find it hard to believe a simple eatery can be popular with just dinner and a show," Asa said skeptically.
The lights go off and the music starts playing as the curtains open while a masked Francis walks out with the crowd clapping.
🎶She's resplendent🎶
🎶So confident🎶
🎶La Seine La Seine La Seine🎶
🎶I realized🎶
🎶I'm hypnotized🎶
🎶La Seine La Seine La Seine🎶
🎶I hear the moon🎶
🎶Singing a tune🎶
🎶La Seine La Seine La Seine🎶
Is she divine?
Is it the wine?
La Seine La Seine La Seine
I don't know, don't know
So don't ask me why
That's how we are, the Seine and I
I don't know, don't know
So don't ask me why
That's how we are, the Seine and I
I don't know, don't know
So don't ask me why
That's how we are, the Seine and I
That's how we are, the Seine and I🎶
Francis' P.O.V.
I bowed my head, and when I looked up, my mother signaled for me to smile at the man in the suit. Although I followed her request, I couldn't help but notice a strange expression in her eyes. I suspect something is amiss, possibly related to the cat.
After performing a few more numbers, I retired to the dressing rooms, where my mother greeted me warmly and gave me a beautiful bouquet with a big smile.
"You did an amazing job, as always, love," she said as she hugged me and kissed my cheek. "The night was slow, but it went well," She praised my work and expressed her satisfaction. When I asked about the man she had been talking to earlier, she revealed that he was Asa Sweet from the prestigious Marigold establishment. She told me that he wanted to investigate us, which made me feel uneasy and uncertain.
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A mystery in St. Louis (a Lackadaisy fanfic)
FanfictionIt's strange living in a new country especially when you're living in a time of prohibition. Now while crime is common it's hard to keep a low profile when a corpse is lying in your backyard. Join Francis as she deals with family, work, and goofy bo...
