Olivia
The Council building was buzzing with lively chatter and the clinking of glasses as the final guests made their way in and took their seats, but my eyes were still fixed on the door, hoping for one last guest to make her entrance.
“Do you think she’ll actually come?” Angela, who had just slipped in after a long shift at the hospital, said as she stood next to me with a glass of champagne in her hand.
I swallowed. “I’d like to say I hope so, but logic is telling me otherwise,” I said, finally tearing my gaze away from the door.
Angela sighed. “It’s okay if she doesn’t. The pieces she donated for the cause are more than enough.”
As she spoke, my eyes drifted over to the star items of the evening; the three pieces that Dianna had graciously given us. They were to be saved for the
