Kamari's Point of View After an hour of back and forth, we finally came to a conclusion on the party. The guest list was considered modest, with only two hundred of Rachel's closest people, seeing as it was such short notice. It was Monday and the party was Friday. Most of the event was going to be held outside. The food was a seven-course meal, served by the wait staff. Fine champagne would be served, alongside an open bar. All of it paid, of course, out of my mother's personal funds. "It is going to be the event of the year, I assure you, Luna," Genevieve said, beaming up at my mother. Not up, perhaps. They stood at almost the same length. But my mother's gaze could make anyone seem small and insignificant, even a gossip-hungry woman. "Then I am happy. I want a progress report by noon tomorrow. After that, I will be unavailable. I am going to show Kamari the charity projects I have been working on. Have everyone invoice to my personal email, none of this will be on the pack's e
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