Catarina's was busy, but they made accommodations for us to sit at the back table near the corner area, closest to the privacy section. Adelina pushed SJ’s stroller, and McKayla carried his bag, then set it down near the edge of the table. Our four guards had a table in front to watch the surrounding sections, yet at the same time giving us privacy. Adelina was ecstatic when I called her to come out for lunch with us. She’d been planning for the charity ball since we cancelled the official wedding at the house and got married at the courthouse.
“Adelina, what are you wearing for the charity ball?” McKayla asked.
Delaney was our server again. She approached the table with menus.
“Hi, everyone. I’m Delaney, and I’ll be your server today.”
“Delaney, can I have a sparkling water please.” A
