My parents demanded the password to my penthouse apartment right in fr…

an illusion.

Theodore raised a single commanding finger. The Las Vegas disc jockey, who had been nervously adjusting his headphones, scrambled to hit a button on his mixing board. The faint background music cut off abruptly.

The silence in the ballroom was absolute.

Theodore turned his head slightly toward the stage. He looked at Beverly, who was trembling,continue reading …