Celeste could not believe what Paige was saying. She had over one hundred people signed up for the singles event the following evening. It was less than twenty-four hours away.
“No food,” she repeated. “I thought you called and confirmed.”
“I did,” Paige said. “And I did again just now, and they said I’m not on their delivery route.”
“Can we pick it up?” Celeste asked. She’d go herself if she had to, though it was a ferry ride away, and she couldn’t imagine trying to get appetizers, salads, sandwiches, and drinks back across the channel by herself. “I’ll rent the freaking ferry if I have to.”
“They’re closing early for something,” Paige said. “The food has to be picked up by three.”
“Three?” Celeste sighed in heavy frustration. She glanced over her shoulder to find Brad had sank onto
