“One hundred eighty-five dollars per guest,” she said, tapping the list.

“I will not have the tables looking as though we arranged them in a hurry.”

Richard lifted a blue folder from the counter and handed it to Emily.

“Here is the authorization packet.

Everything is settled now.

You can stop worrying about the administrative side and enjoy your celebration.”

Emily held the folder against her uniform.

“I was simply fortunate to have people who knew how to guide me through the process,” she said, giving a small practiced laugh.