The Empty SeatLight cascaded from the chandeliers and seeped from recessed lighting fixtures inside the walls. Fine tablecloths, china, and utensils adorned the tables. The bandstand, which could accommodate ten musicians, braced for a test of its capacity. The daughter of a prominent Greenwood attorney, Millie Randall, was to be wed to the dashing young accountant from New York City. Deputy Sheriff Barney Cleaver handled crowd control as one hundred people began their short stroll down Archer Avenue from the wedding ceremony. In the meantime, John Stradford walked the ballroom with his food-and-beverage manager conducting one final check.
“Mr. Borders, are we ready?”
“Yes sir, Mr. Stradford. The room is set and we added a few extra touches as well.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, we hired
