EIGHTEENLeave it to Faven to throw a party at the Marriott Convention Center the same night as a Blacks in Tech Conference, a Jack and Jill fundraising event, and the Charles Houston Bar Association gala. After wandering around for fifteen minutes looking for the Lauder room, Anaya accepted a free glass of champagne.
Mmmm. Veuve Clicquot.
“Can you point me to the Lauder room?” she asked the waiter passing out drinks. She squeezed through crowds in the direction he pointed. How was she supposed to find anything in this mayhem? Carl wasn’t answering his phone.
A painting of a sunset over the Bay, set up for a silent auction, caught her eye. She paused to admire it.
What a beautiful painting. Too bad I don’t have anywhere to put it. The boys would scribble all over it in crayon. But it se
