IVORY BAR
Elizabeth sat at the bar, a glass of sparkling water in front of her as she scrolled through articles on her phone.
The soft sound of conversation filled the space, but her attention was focused on the upcoming meeting.
She glanced up just as a poised, well-dressed woman walked in, scanning the room before her eyes landed on Elizabeth. The woman smiled warmly and approached her.
“You must be Elizabeth McGrath,” she said, extending her hand.
Elizabeth stood, returning the smile. “Yes, and you must be Sandra. Thanks for meeting me," she said.
“Of course,” Sandra replied, shaking her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
They exchanged a few pleasantries before getting straight to business. Elizabeth explained her vision for Miguel’s birthday party with enthusiastic detail
