I laughed. “Deal.”
Beatrice’s lesson in generosity was about to get painfully practical.
Promise me one thing.
At seven, wealthy donors began arriving.
Beatrice entered wearing a glittering designer gown.
“Welcome!” she announced. “Tonight is about giving back!”
I nearly choked on my water.
She spotted me and approached. “Rachel. I hope you’ve finished whatever Walter asked you to organize.”
Beatrice’s lesson in generosity.
“Almost. Everything’s coming together.”
“Good. Just make sure nothing interferes with my speech.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“And please don’t embarrass me in front of my guests.”
I smiled. “I’ll do my best.”
Everything’s coming together.
Satisfied, she walked toward the stage.
She’d spent all evening worrying about her speech. I was more interested in what would happen afterward.
Before I could follow, Walter tapped his microphone. “Good evening, everyone.”
Beatrice hurried toward the stage.
He thanked the donors and praised the foundation’s mission.
