It rained early the morning of the party, but as soon as the sun got going it turned the moisture into a fog of steam over the city. Luci’s aunts rose late, trailing peacefully downstairs attired in robes, Miss Theo and Miss Hermi in drifting silk and Miss Weena in chiffon, to linger over a breakfast buffet prepared by Louise. The caterers milled around, wondering when they would be able to begin preparations.
Mickey, who was trying to finalize preparations for the security detail during the party, found himself fielding party detail questions instead.
“If we have two roving details—” Delaney, bent over the floor plan of the house, a plan they were using to assign the security teams Pryce had given them.
“Where do you want us to put the tables, sir?” asked one of the caterers.
Mickey,
