Charli
"More water, miss? Perhaps a drink while you wait?"
I looked down at my phone again. It wasn't like my mother to be late. I could easily compile an entire list of faults for Adelaide Montague Fitzgerald, but tardiness wasn't one of them.
I considered the offer of alcohol, but decided a clear head should prevail. "No, thank you. The other member of my party should be here any minute."
The Rainbow Room was one of the most ostentatious places in Manhattan to have Sunday brunch. I would've preferred one of the little restaurants in SoHo or even Tom's Restaurant, but this was more up my mother's alley. I wasn't the least bit surprised when she suggested it. Besides, I couldn't picture her sitting in a vinyl booth with Formica tabletops, even if it was iconic.