It was a new day, and Delia found herself standing before a building so grand and imposing it seemed more like a government ministry than a social club.
The hired carriage she had taken clattered away, leaving her in the sudden, intimidating silence. She looked up at the polished marble facade of "The Gilded Cage," a name that seemed both luxurious and ominous.
"What am I supposed to do that will impress her?" Delia thought to herself, her heart thrumming with a nervous rhythm. Owen's advice was sound, but putting it into practice felt like preparing to walk into a den of lions. She took a deep, steadying breath, smoothed the front of her simple but elegant day dress, and walked in.