“Because we’re supplying it. Contract’s signed. We can’t cancel without hurting our staff.”
“I know.
But Mom gets peace. That’s the win.”
The gala was at a hotel event hall, all white cloth and candlelight and people laughing like nothing bad ever happened to them. Ben and I were there to deliver, not to mingle.
A venue manager named Ramon rushed up, sweating through his collar.
Ben didn’t blink.
“Talk to me.”
“The caterer’s refrigeration failed. Trays are gone. We’re missing half the spread.
Claire is going to lose it.”
