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how I started the company. My husband died, leaving me with two preteens and not enough money to make ends meet. At first, I catered and organized dinners for the executives at the company he worked for. Then I found myself planning weddings for friends. Now we handle everything from birthday parties to weddings and reunions to corporate events.”
    “Do you still cater?” She liked to cook, but not for hordes of people.
    “We do have our own catering company. Don’t worry, dear, I didn’t call you in to hire you to bake pies. I have to tell you, your résumé is impressive. A finance and banking background won’t hurt when you’ll be dealing with budgets in the six-figure range.” Mrs. Spinelli took another cookie and pressed one into Tawny’s hand. “But I have to tell you, it’s the stint as the West End Recreation Center’s gala chair that really snagged my attention.”
    “Did you attend?”
    “Wonderful night. Loved the auction, so much fun. I couldn’t have arranged a more perfect event.”
    Tawny warmed under the high praise, regaining confidence that had fled weeks ago on a long cruise to nowhere. Maybe switching careers wouldn’t be such a bad move after all.
    As an event planner she’d be expected to do everything from locating sites, organizing third party suppliers, helping to design and choose themes. The list went on. She’d need to use all of her organizational skills to keep the players on time, doing their jobs and making sure the game started as scheduled. There would be frantic phone calls during off hours, even the middle of the night, high-maintenance brides, business executives, and overtired moms to please.
    “Tell me, how would you handle a client who comes to you and says it’s their spouse’s fiftieth birthday, but they don’t know what to do?” Mrs. Spinelli asked as she took a third cookie.
    The woman obviously has the metabolism of a bird. I’d weigh five hundred pounds .
    “First thing I’d ask her is what is he passionate about. Golf means we could look at country clubs or set up a miniature golf course in their backyard or at a public park. Scuba, great, we could go with a sea theme, and venues in Rhode Island are endless. Maybe he ghost-hunts. Talk about a fun party.” Tawny’s mind whirled with ideas as she got more and more into the spirit.
    Mrs. Spinelli held up her hand. “Good, you’ve got an imagination. More clients don’t know what they want when they come to us than do. Most don’t even have a budget set.” She glanced at the plate before dusting off her hands. “Okay, now tell me how you’d handle this next scenario. It’s Sunday afternoon, you’re at a client event, say a corporate party. Your phone rings and it’s a distressed bride whose wedding is months away. Her fiancé has decided he doesn’t want a big church wedding, the one you’ve already scoured and secured a church for. He wants a small, intimate wedding on the beach.”
    Tawny thought about it for a minute before asking, “Am I the only coordinator at this corporate event?”
    Sparkling eyes smiled back at her. “No, you always work with an assistant.”
    “Good to know. I’d ask my colleague if they could take over for a minute while I took the call. Then I’d step outside, away from the event, and talk to the bride. I’d reassure her we could work with the change and make an appointment to come see her the next day—providing I didn’t have another event and she was free.”
    “What if she’s a bridezilla and demanded you meet her right then and there?”
    Tawny quirked her brow and smiled. “Oh, that’s easy. I’d tell her I’d love to but I’m in Manhattan at the moment and won’t be back until midnight.”
    “Quick thinking.” Mrs. Spinelli went on with a few more scenes and then explained she’d need to be ready for anything and everything to be thrown her way, could she handle it?
    Tawny planned. She planned everything from what she would wear that day,