Vivienne POV
Vivienne barely recognized her own side of the B&B by the time the sun began to rise. She sat on the edge of a chair in the lobby, staring at the scattered boxes and hastily placed decorations.
The night had been a blur. After realizing her side wasn’t ready for the Mayor’s visit, she’d made a desperate call to a local party supply store. The manager—thankfully a fan of her grandfather’s charm—had reluctantly agreed to open up after hours.
For an exorbitant fee.
“Don’t overthink it,” Chloe—her assistant—had said when Vivienne called her in a panic. “Just get it done, and we’ll tweak it later.”
So she had. Faux cobwebs draped over every conceivable surface. Lanterns with flickering faux candles lined the entryway. Centerpieces with small jack-o’-lanterns, autumn leaves, an
