Grandpa had made me promise to hold a grand birthday party, which would also celebrate my achievement in bagging an MBA. I felt birthday parties were a kids thing, why would a grown up adult be throwing birthday parties? But Grandpa would hear none of it, he insisted on it and so here I am, observing the event hall as the decorators worked on it. I had suggested that the party be held in the mansion, but Grandpa turned that down too so I had to book a hall owned by one of his associates.
I walked around the hall as I made observations of the decorations with a tablet in my hand.
“Miss Diane,” my event planner, Mrs. Malcom, called walking up to me. "You wanted to specifically pick out the main colors for the decorations.”
"Of course, what colors do we have laid out?” I asked as we walke
