Chapter Twenty-FourTHE EVENING OF THE GALA came quickly. Saturday winnowed down in a flurry of last-minute details.
Maggie pushed the emotional hash of the last few days out of her mind. There was work to be done, and this was the big day.
The ice sculpture hadn't arrived yet, and her phone calls to Azad only ended in hopeless attempts at understanding Azerbaijani explanations. And she was still waiting for her string quartet, but since they weren't due to play until the dinner, she assumed they would arrive later.
Aside from those few wrinkles, the gala was all finally coming together.
Even though she was just a small part of the overall planning and preparations, she felt as if everything were riding on her shoulders. And in many ways, for her anyway, it was.
She glided as swiftly a
