Kenna tried to stay out of the way when the caterers arrived to start their own preparations for the evening. The florist delivered the arrangements Abbie had ordered, and Angus busied himself in the study while Kenna helped Abbie with last-minute touches in the living room. The tables were lovely—covered with white linen and Abbie’s best silver, dotted with fresh flower arrangements and trays waiting to be filled. The kitchen was alive with the caterers as they began to prepare the evening’s canapés and finger foods. Abbie rushed around trying to get everything together, but as the afternoon wore on she began to look troubled. She checked her watch as she joined Kenna in the living room for a quick cup of coffee. “They should be calling from the airport by now,” she murmured. “Oh, where are they? The guests will be here in just a few hours...Kenna, men have no consideration whatsoever,” she grumbled just before she got up and started back to the kitchen.
