I spent three days planning the perfect evening.
Victoria, an event planner specializing in "elevated personal occasions," listened to my vision without blinking.
"The rooftop terrace at The Belmont," I said. "Overlooking the harbor."
"For how many guests?"
"Two."
Her pen paused. "Two?"
"Just two."
She recovered. "Intimate. I can work with that."
I wanted a string quartet playing melodies from our childhood, champagne matching the vintage from our first dance, and a menu inspired by The Willow House.
"And photographs," I added. "Silver frames. Family gatherings, holidays, all the embarrassing moments we've survived together."
Victoria smiled. "Personal touches are always memorable."
Her quotation was substantial. I considered it, approved the arrangements, and paid the deposit.
