ELENA
"The caterers are forty minutes behind schedule," I said into the phone. "Move the cocktail hour to the smaller room. Buy yourself the time. And tell Marco from the kitchen that if the salmon isn't plated by seven-fifteen I will come down there personally."
Maya took the phone from me.
"She means it," Maya said into it. "She absolutely means it." She hung up and looked at me. "You know you're a guest tonight."
"I know what I am."
"You're wearing a gown and there is no clipboard in your hand."
"There should be a clipboard."
"Elena." Maya stepped in front of me. "You are the CEO's wife at his foundation's most important annual event. You are not the planner. Put the event face away and put the wife face on."
I looked at her. "I have two faces?"
"You have several. Tonight is th
