said shuffling some of the loose sheets on her desk. Her table was an utter mess. She had opened files and brochures spread out everywhere.
Lucy placed the file containing Romero’s wedding to the side.
“Okay, let’s deal with the other outstanding weddings.” Lucy picked up the pages and the contract signed by the next couple. “I’m going to be meeting with the venue manager for Debbie and Luke’s mob-style wedding.”
“Oh, that should be interesting.”
“Yes, it should be and you’ll be coming with me.”
“Sweet. I’m looking forward to that. I’ve never planned a mob wedding before.”
“I’m sure they haven’t either.” Lucy grinned. “Well, we need to have an idea of the floor plan and speak to the person in charge of designing the hall. I believe they wanted some sort of Chicago-style Al Capone deal, right?”
“Yes, something like that,” Maxine concurred as she ferociously typed away on her iPad. “Good, how does this look?” Maxine showed Lucy an idea on the screen and Lucy gave her the thumbs-up.
“What would I do without you, Maxine?”
“Probably nothing,” Maxine teased.
Lucy rolled her eyes in jest and shook her head.
After an hour of discussing what they would be doing for the mob-style wedding of their client, they sent off some emails and had Darla arrange the appointment for the following week with the venue manager of the hotel where that wedding’s reception would be hosted.
“Great!” Lucy said as she placed the file aside. “Now, what do we have planned for this week?”
“Well, there is the Bridal Show at the Convention Center.”
“Already?”
“Yep. And don’t forget we have someone from our company there in a booth. They’ll be handing out flyers and other enticements while we look around.”
“Oh, wonderful. Can you have Darla make all the arrangements for our business cards and other swag that would be needed?”
Maxine tapped away on her iPad and whipped off an email to Darla, their receptionist and administrative assistant. “Done. Now what are we going to do about the ball, Cinderella?”
Lucy looked lost for a moment. “Ball? What ball?” Her heart palpitated again. All she could do was think about a glass slipper, and for some reason, Prince Charming was that hot and stubborn Antonio Romero III. Lucy blinked hard and tried to push the naughty thoughts about Antonio out of her head. He was way out of her league. And a super sexy distraction she did not need nor want at this time. Back to business. “What ball are you talking about, Maxine?”
Maxine feigned being shocked. Her mouth opened into a perfect O. “You mean you forgot about the ball of the year?”
“Maxine, what are you talking about?” Lucy sighed heavily.
“Girl, it’s the Diamond Ball and Fundraiser for Economic Empowerment.”
Lucy waited to see if Maxine was going to elaborate. Should Lucy even know about this ball thingy? She’d been briefed on so many of her aunt’s old business dealings and projects during the past few weeks but this one did not ring a bell. Perhaps she’d forgotten. She hoped it wasn’t something in which she was supposed to be involved. “Maxine. I...I don’t know anything about the Diamond Fundraiser.”
Maxine rolled her eyes in exasperation. “It’s the event of the year, Lucy. Besides, your dear aunt Chris had agreed to do her part this year...before she passed away, of course.”
“Oh. I see.”
“The Diamond Ball and Fundraiser is about helping young people from all kinds of backgrounds from disadvantaged to the privileged. Basically, it helps people with great ideas thrive in life and do something to change the world.”
“Sounds good. And?” Lucy knew there must be something else forthcoming.
Maxine grinned sheepishly. “And, girl, the hottest, sexiest businessmen in the industry will be in attendance.”
Lucy leaned back, shook her head and laughed. “Now how did I know that was coming?”
“We have to go,