As night fell and she got out of the car, Emma Benson gazed at the upscale club in front of her, the smile on her face fading somewhat as she involuntarily recalled the events of that night.
She shook her head, as Minnie Sutton was already pulling her into the clubhouse lobby.
After all, being the president's daughter, everyone they passed, whether staff or guests, greeted her with a bow.
Minnie Sutton was very polite, nodding and returning greetings to almost everyone who approached her, without the slightest air of a spoiled heiress.
The bachelor party tonight, held in the bar on the top floor, was an all-women affair except for the male waitstaff. The elite daughters who attended, about twenty to thirty in number, were extravagantly dressed, with provocative figures and stunning faces.
Even Miss Sutton, though not in grand attire, had put on makeup, so someone like Emma Benson, with her plain looks, seemed out of place.