INDIGOA day before the anniversary, and I had officially forgotten what it felt like to have free time. Everyone at FanHub had been running helter-skelter for days. Marketing was working on last-minute publicity, the events team was coordinating vendors, security was finalizing guest access, and Rico seemed to exist in three different places at once. My own schedule had become a blur of meetings, phone calls, venue confirmations and seating arrangements.Dario and I hadn’t really spoken since the night we acquired the new venue. Not properly, anyway. We’d seen each other in meetings, exchanged opinions, disagreed over things that somehow mattered far more at the time than they probably should have, and then moved on to the next problem. Strangely, he’d started asking for my opinion first. In yesterday’s meeting, someone from marketing had dismissed one of my suggestions about the guest flow before I could even explain it. He had looked up from the papers in front of him.“Let her fi
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