As the last bottle of champagne disappeared into the three-tiered fountain, Drake stood back and surveyed his handiwork. The murals were surrounded by garlands of myrtle and ivy, and golden balloons floated in twos and threes above the buffet tables below.
The band were tuning up, a jazz quartet who had been penniless but three months before and were now about to embark on their first national tour. Drake was now calling in their hot chocolate debt.
Positioning his new
grandfather clock by the wall, he checked his watch and then threw open the doors.
"Come in, come in - a New Year awaits us, I find!"
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