Adam was too busy all morning to brood about anything. Karen just dragged him from one task to the next. By noon, the Hanover Room in Mitch’s place had been transformed into an elegant reception venue. The dark paneling had disappeared beneath swaths of caramel and cream-colored silk. Linens in coordinating hues covered the small guest tables arranged around the room in intimate clusters.
The moth orchid plants had been delivered—all three dozen of them. More than Adam expected but still less than the six hundred lilies Karen had wanted. He set one pot of orchids on each of the tables and scattered the remaining pots around the room. The flowers’ rich shades of burnt orange, buttery yellow and pristine white gave the room a quiet beauty that soothed Adam’s nerves.
The caterers had set up
