As it turns out, they’ve reserved the best seats in the house for us. At least, that’s what Arnaud claims when he gestures towardsthe decked-out table in the center of the ballroom, right underneath the largest golden chandelier. The centerpieces are tiny,crystalline swan boats that hold arrangements of white roses and baby’s breath. I have to admit, it’s tasteful.
“We have some non-alcoholic champagne I can get for you,” Verity offers, patting my shoulder as she straightens up and snapsher fingers. A millisecond later, a waiter shows up and bends down to listen to her rattle off orders for all of us.
“Champagne for three, sparkling grape juice for this angel here. Canapes in the meantime because I just know that Wren’sdarling baby is howling for food
