They were all staff of some kind, like caterers and party planners, so most of them ignored me. They just trailed after Elora as she listed an inconceivable amount of information about what she expected them to do, and they all scurried to write it down or punch it in their Blackberries. Meanwhile, I had the pleasure of camping out in my sweats all day. Whenever Elora saw me, she glared at my apparel intensely, but she was always too busy making demands to somebody else to complain about me. Everything that I managed to overhear only made my coming-out festivities sound even more terrifying. The most horrific thing I heard as she zipped by: “We’ll need seating for at least 500.” Five hundred people were going to be at a party where I would be the center of attention? Splendid. The only upside of the day was that I got to spend the entire thing with Finn. That became less enjoyable because Finn refused to talk about anything that wasn’t related to my performance at the party. We spent two hours going over the names and pictures of the more prominent guests that would be attending.
