Three weeks later, at the start of a fairly mild February, Viola added a last-minute event on my plate during our Monday morning meeting.
“It’s a rehearsal dinner, wedding, and reception. It’ll be a small gathering, and the ceremony is to be held on the morning of Valentine’s Day.”
Say what now?
“That’s less than two weeks away!” I exclaimed.
She patted my hand calmly. “I know, dear. As we have space on our schedule, I added it in.” Her smile was secretive, and I was instantly suspicious.
“What space? Wait a minute. You usually throw a fit when things come in last-minute. In fact, you never let anyone get to the head of the line unless bribery is involved. What gives?”
“Oh, bribery was involved, and I was more than happy to get taken in. It will be a cozy, elegant affair. I want you
