The Guest List By Lucy Foley Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was from Leon T. Miss Sharpe, I was looking over the first guest list for the Elysium party. I see a name I haven't heard in a long time. An old friend. The world is smaller than I thought. I look forward to seeing them again. - L.T. The message was mysterious, short, and odd. A cold feeling went down my spine. The Elysium guest list was small—just us, a few donors, and the people we invited. Who was this "old friend"?

Or late if you want quiet first. Lillian smiled and replied. Come when it feels right. Another from Elena followed soon after. I wouldn’t miss this. I’ll bring nothing but myself. That night, Nathaniel mentioned the guest list casually to Lucas over a brief call. “Small,” Lucas observed. “Intentional,” Nathaniel replied. There was a pause, then a soft laugh. “Good,” Lucas said. “Big lists tend to dilute the truth.” After the call, Nathaniel returned to the living room where Lillian was reading.

The unknown number again. *Well done. But he's lying. Check the gala guest list.* Izzy stared at the message. *Who are you?* No response. She called Sophie. "Can you access the gala guest list?" "Probably. Why?" "Just send it to me when you can." Twenty minutes later, the list appeared in her email. Izzy scrolled through. Donors, board members, scholarship recipients. Then she saw it. Dr. Rachel Morrison. Table twelve. Julian had invited Lila's therapist to the gala.

It was both flattering and exhausting. I set the invitation card down and leaned back in my chair, tapping my nails on the invitation card. “Did they say why they chose me?” Lucy picked up the envelop and pulled out a letter from it. She scanned it and after a while, set it down. “The letter said you're one of Maison de Varrain’s largest shareholders.” Lucy said. “And it's the host of this year's gala,” she finished, her tone edged with excitement. “That alone makes you a pretty powerful name on the guest list.”

“I’ll tell you where to place them. Send them over.” “Sure.” When Lucy was done with her work, she stared down at her phone to check the time. Only to see it was over 5. Chelsa came from behind while she stood in the food corner. “It’s over 5. Why’s the order not here yet?”. “The guests will come by 6, right?”. Lucy turns around her and nodded. “They were supposed to arrive on time, I called them half an hour ago and they still didn’t arrive yet.”

He has been a quiet, steady, reliable presence in the background of everything I have built, the one family member I have never had reason to question. Until seven seconds ago. I look at the name on my phone. Aurora Sinclair. Then I look at the message again. Ask him why he flinches. I turn from the window and walk to my desk and press the intercom. "Lucas." "Sir?" "Friday's dinner. I need the full guest list on my desk in ten minutes. Every name. Every connection. Every plus one." A beat of silence. "All of them, sir?" "All of them," I sit down.

She paused. "After all, someone has to." Then she left. The door closed behind her. I stood there, staring at where she'd been. Vivienne sipped her wine. "Sit down, Edward." I didn't move. "Sit. Down." I sat. She set her glass down. "Monday. Seven o'clock. Lucy will arrive at six-thirty to review the seating arrangements and final guest list. You'll welcome Victor Hawthorne and his wife together. Present a unified front. Make this family look competent."

Clara chuckled as she watched him till he was out of sight. “It's okay, Lucy. I am interested.” Kaylee said with a smile. Lucy smiled back at her and handed her the list. “All you need to do is know the first ten names, I have got their pictures on my phone. They will be the most important guests at your party tonight. According to our tradition, you need to welcome them specially.” Lucy explained and Kaylee nodded. She looked at both sides of the paper before looking up at Lucy with a smile. “I can memorize all the names here. I have a very good memory.” She said and Lucy looked up at Clara.

Now that she was with Floyd, the last thing she wanted was for someone to give her a mean or belligerent comment about Logan. They checked their names off the list once they were inside, and entered the gallery where over two hundred guests were already mingling, drinking, and eating. She quickly spotted the corner that had been taken over by the hens and their husbands. A few of them wore masks, but most of them hadn't bothered to comply with the theme. After stopping to greet people, Floyd went to the bar to get them drinks, leaving Charlotte close to a group of women who were very engaged in conversation.

"Yes." "The one full of rich people?" "The one full of potential clients." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Chloe." "Lucy." "I'm not in the mood." "Which is exactly why you should come." I stared out the window. The truth was, she wasn't entirely wrong. I needed opportunities desperately. Maybe more desperately than ever. "You know what?" she continued. "I'm sending you the guest list." "What for?" "So you can stop pretending this isn't a good idea."