I leapt from my seat with the agility of a gazelle, snatching as many purses as my arms could hold. I dashed halfway across the room, leaving a trail of stunned onlookers in my wake. Suddenly, I heard a commotion behind me and turned to see Rita tangled up in chairs like a human pretzel and Helen struggling to rise from hers.
But Bryce, ever the gentleman, rushed to Rita"s aid. "Go, Ally!" he shouted, giving me the green light to make my escape.
Lily, a woman in her early fifties with hair that looked like a blonde and gray ombre, shot me a glare that could have melted steel. Despite her fit physique, I assessed her threat level as low. But I knew one thing for sure, that woman could nag like a pro.
"You can"t save so many tables by yourself!" she sneered.
But before I could respond, I
