All the chandeliers were lit, the soft melody from the saxophone played by our hired musician carpeting every corner of the venue.
The event had been going on for—I don't even know how long. All I knew was that I had to rush to manage a little crisis on the guest list because I accidentally shuffled the names from the other day’s event into today's.
Aside from that, we had to call security when some drunk, uninvited individual barged in, begging for one of the guest's love or whatever frustrated romantic nonsense he was on about.
A fire almost broke out because of some troublemaking teenagers. Luckily, the team put it out before it could cause serious damage.
There was even an almost-h*******t happening outside the venue thanks to the press and two rival groups of celebrity fans nearly
