The server’s face drained of all color at the mention of the Langford family. His tray rattled violently in his trembling hands, threatening to spill its contents across the polished floor. Everyone present knew that securing the Langfords’ attendance had been the organizers’ greatest triumph of the evening. Elena’s words landed like a death sentence, heavy with consequence.
Clarice’s brow arched in genuine surprise. She had not expected such swift, merciless counterplay from someone who appeared so gentle and unassuming. With effortless grace, Clarice dragged two additional chairs forward and positioned them neatly at the head table. “Since the organizers seem incapable of doing their jobs properly, we’ll handle it ourselves. Shall we, Elena?”
The server was now sweating profusely, bead
