Technicians rushed back and forth, carrying wires and electrical tape. Rows of chairs were directed on wheeled carts. Two dozen helium-filled black-and-green balloons bumped together as they floated by on strings connected to their handler before veering off left. Another two dozen silver-and-blue went off right. The second photo booth that had been so much trouble to hunt down finally arrived. Two men struggled with an industrial dolly as they negotiated it down the hallway. The man facing my direction lifted his brows, and I pointed to the room on the right, checking another item off the list on my tablet. Ankles crossed, ass planted against the wall in the hallway across from the entrances of the two event rooms, I’d claimed the perfect vantage point to direct traffic while remaining out of the way. In the room on the left, Kristen and Suzanne directed the room arrangement according to our agreement. Kendall and Kiki manned the room on the right. And thank fuck, Madison was nowhere to be seen.
