“Get up this second,” Vanessa said.

Leo got slowly to his feet out of the mud.

He still had the clean folded napkin in his trembling hand.

“You’re working for my family today,” Vanessa said, jabbing a finger at his chest.

“If you touch that woman, or hand her a towel, you’ll be fired before dinner’s served, right?”

Leo stared at the muddy grass.

He slowly let his arm drop.

He backed away toward the catering tent, quietly tucking the napkin back into his apron pocket.