Chapter 302018—mid December
“You look good enough to eat,” Eric said. “And that Tuxedo fits you like a glove.”
“Later,” Carlton said.
They were standing side-by-side at the entrance to the house, welcoming guests to the Christmas Ball, as it had finally come to be called. It had taken a while to finalize the guest list, and a hundred invitations had been mailed to the movers and shakers of the county, and they’d had ninety-five RSVPs, accepting the invitation. The party wasn’t quite under way yet, but they’d already greeted thirty or so couples.
“Are you excited?” Eric said.
“Not really.”
“When are the television people and the other reporters expected?”
“After a while.”
The County Historical Society had contacted TV stations in Savannah and Atlanta, and had managed to land a coupl
