“You do, and thank you,” Amanda said, a perky smile on her face.
“A splendid idea,” Charles added. “Emerson, our wives are quite savvy business women.”
“Indeed,” Emerson said gruffly, a stony look tossed Ginette’s way. She remained quiet, her hands clasped as if in victory. He buckled, and said, “So, I assume you have a date in mind for this so-called charity function?”
“Two weeks from tonight,” she said. “The first Friday in May.”
“And what about this other…debut?”
“Ah, Emerson, that one’s all yours to plan. Make all the money you can. That night will be devoted to paying guests, anyone from the public who can afford it. Of course, reservations are required. The Friday of Memorial weekend is what has always been proposed and I see no reason to deviate from that. It will be the perfec
