Page 57 of One Sweet Day is Never Enough

Thirteen

Gia sat on the modern blue sectional in Mrs. Trewet’s spacious living room. The anniversary party at the orchard was two weeks away and Abigail Trewet wanted to go over the seating arrangements.

There would be twenty tables with ten guests each, situated evenly around a rectangular dance floor. Next to that a small stage would be set up for a cover band that would play well-known hits from the last five decades.

Tim Trewet owned a fleet of popular sport-fishing boats in the area. Generations of Trewets had put down roots in the county, most of them in the commercial fishing industry in one way or the other.

Abigail was excited. “Tim is going to love it. Now, who is sitting where?” She peered at the floor plan on Gia’s laptop.

“Well, Jackie said that your family members wanted to sit with friends and family they won’t have seen in a while, and that you wanted to seat people according to their generation so they can catch up? You’ll have plenty of time for mingling before and after dinner.”

Abigail nodded.

“So we’ve got your closest friends and family members, according to the list you gave us, clustered here.” She pointed to the six tables nearest Abigail’s.

“Okay, perfect.”

“And then your children and their spouses at these tables on both sides of the dance floor, with your grandchildren at this table.”

“Right.” Abigail was pleased. With Jackie’s detailed plans, everything was falling into place.

“And then the other members of the community with whom Tim has had a solid business or personal relationship over the years, seated on this side.”

“Okay, wonderful. That’s exactly what I was hoping to hear. You’re doing a fine job, Gia.”

Gia smiled, relieved that Abigail hadn’t changed her mind on any key points. Most clients had a major thing or two they wanted to change the closer it got to the date of an event. “And you’ve received just about all of your RSVPs, right?”

“Yes, all but maybe five or six.”

“Okay, well that will do. I’ll give the caterer the numbers by the end of the week. Let me know if you get any more, but I’m sure they’ll plan for a few extra just to be safe.”

“Yes, I certainly will. That sounds great.”

“Well then, I’ll be on my way.” Gia closed the laptop and stood up. “I’ll be in touch with any more details as they come up. It’s going to be a wonderful party.”

“Thank you! I’m sure it will and I’m looking forward to it.” Abigail walked Gia to the door.

Gia said goodbye and settled into her car to head back to the office. Everything was finally falling into place. Plans for the party were all set, and she and Seth were dating.

Two more days had flown by since the walk on the beach when he’d revealed his feelings for her. Two more blissful days.

They’d kicked back on the sand, talking for hours after Seth had confessed his feelings for her. The conversation had continued over dinner that night before a parting kiss, both of them ridiculously happy.

Yesterday, after work, he’d come to see her apartment. She and Seth had sat close and chatted on her couch all evening, completely wrapped up in each other. Gia sighed, remembering the way he’d kissed her goodnight. Seth was just so amazing. She couldn’t get enough of him.

He’d brought cherry scones from the orchard’s bakery for her to share with the team at the office this morning, which the women had loved. Buying points with the boss and her colleagues was always a good thing, although she hadn’t told them she was dating him. Noreen had figured it was a thank-you for the October wedding she’d thrown his way.

He said he loved her place. It was cozy and tastefully arranged—his words. He hadn’t stayed late because they both had to work in the morning.

Tonight, she’d met Courtney and Kira for a run, and he had to be up earlier than usual on Wednesday morning, so they weren’t getting together.

Gia finished cleaning up the kitchen when her phone rang. She dropped the towel on the counter and picked up the phone.

“Hey there, beautiful.” It was Seth.

“Hi.” Gia blushed, even over the phone, when he said things like that. “How are you?”

“Great. Busy day. I’ve just been getting caught up on things around here.” Seth explained what had been going on and Gia told him about her day, which had been, not surprisingly, very good. She was riding high on the wave of infatuation this week, and she knew it. It was a fun wave to ride.

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