POV: Brigail
Brigail was grateful that the kitchen door was located at the farthest and most secluded corner in the dining room, otherwise she would have to push her way through the throng of sickeningly beautiful and sophisticatedly dressed people.
She was glad she wasn't wearing those high and pointed stilettos or she would trip over her own feet for sure. She smoothed out imagined wrinkles in the lower half of her dress before she started walking toward Holly, who was at one of the five tables beside the new podium where a grand piano was the centerpiece.
"Where've you been? I thought you were behind us?" Holly asked Brigail as soon as she reached the table where Terry Bellefleur was seated.
"Marco Alfonso," Brigail retorted while rolling her eyes.
An impish glint crossed Holly's e
