at the top of my lungs to see what it would sound like. But I didn’t think prim and proper Marion would approve.
The Opera House was slightly larger and more ostentatious. The marble etchings on the wall were almost overwhelming and standing in the back of the grand room made me wonder what it would be like to attend an event there. To get dressed up and socialize in a setting that didn’t involve mosh pits.
The much smaller Wheat Theater was a complete contradiction to the rest of the building. It was almost modern with straight, clean lines and an almost non-descript stage area.
When we were finished with the tour, we returned to the foyer to find a small group of four people waiting.
Marion turned to me and gave me a smile. “I told you that you’d be thrown into the deep end today.” She gestured toward the group who were talking amongst themselves. “This is your deep end.”
I felt myself go pale. “What do you mean?” I asked, trying not to panic.
“They are from the Kimble Greenhouse Project. They are planning a large gala to benefit their charity. This will be the gala’s third year. You will be managing this event.”
“Me?” I squeaked, trying to resist the urge to run screaming from the building. The likelihood of crashing and burning became increasingly more likely. I thought I was ready for responsibility and all that other crap but I was beginning to think I was very wrong.
I didn’t like pressure. It gave me hives. I preferred the whole, no expectations and you won’t get hurt thing. Huh. Maybe Cole and I were more a like than I thought.
Marion patted my back. “I’ll go and get the files from the previous years so you can see what was done before. Just talk with them. Find out their ideas, what they want. Take some notes. Then we can sit down and go through everything. I’ll help you as much as I can, but given how few of us are here right now, I can’t walk you through it the way I normally would. This is your trial by fire, Vivian.” Marion inclined her head toward the group.
“Theo Anderson is the public relations chair at KGP. He’ll be your point of contact. Now let’s head over there so I can introduce you. You’ll be fine.” I was glad Marion had such faith in my abilities. But then again, she didn’t know me yet. Sure, I was no dummy, but I wasn’t sure a whole lot of credence could be given to my ability to not fall on my ass.
I plastered a smile on my face. The same smile I wore during each and every rush event. I figured I could imagine that I was getting ready to chat up a bunch of vapid freshmen hoping to get into my sorority. And if that didn’t work, I’d just picture them in their underwear.
I quickly learned that picturing one particular person in the group would be a very bad idea.
“Mr. Anderson, I’d like to introduce you to our new Events Coordinator, Vivian Baily,” Marion announced, placing a hand on the arm of a very attractive man.
Theo Anderson turned to Marion and blessed her with a smile that was absolutely swoony. He had a mouth full of blinding white teeth. There was no way he achieved that sort of perfection without years of braces and bleaching.
He wore a tailored suit that fit snuggly over broad shoulders. His face smooth and fair and classically handsome. He looked almost boyish with thick brown hair that fell over his forehead and an adorable dimple in his cheek.
He didn’t look to be much older than I was and when he turned his eyes to mine, the deep blue twinkled warmly, putting me instantly at ease. I couldn’t help but smile stupidly at him.
He held out his hand and I took it without hesitation. “I hear we’re going to be spending a lot of time together,” he said and I laughed nervously.
“You heard right,” I replied quickly. I pulled my hand away hastily and tucked it into the pocket of my skirt. Theo Anderson was really pretty. Almost too pretty. His appeal was obvious. And my interest was instantaneous.
Uh
The Opera House was slightly larger and more ostentatious. The marble etchings on the wall were almost overwhelming and standing in the back of the grand room made me wonder what it would be like to attend an event there. To get dressed up and socialize in a setting that didn’t involve mosh pits.
The much smaller Wheat Theater was a complete contradiction to the rest of the building. It was almost modern with straight, clean lines and an almost non-descript stage area.
When we were finished with the tour, we returned to the foyer to find a small group of four people waiting.
Marion turned to me and gave me a smile. “I told you that you’d be thrown into the deep end today.” She gestured toward the group who were talking amongst themselves. “This is your deep end.”
I felt myself go pale. “What do you mean?” I asked, trying not to panic.
“They are from the Kimble Greenhouse Project. They are planning a large gala to benefit their charity. This will be the gala’s third year. You will be managing this event.”
“Me?” I squeaked, trying to resist the urge to run screaming from the building. The likelihood of crashing and burning became increasingly more likely. I thought I was ready for responsibility and all that other crap but I was beginning to think I was very wrong.
I didn’t like pressure. It gave me hives. I preferred the whole, no expectations and you won’t get hurt thing. Huh. Maybe Cole and I were more a like than I thought.
Marion patted my back. “I’ll go and get the files from the previous years so you can see what was done before. Just talk with them. Find out their ideas, what they want. Take some notes. Then we can sit down and go through everything. I’ll help you as much as I can, but given how few of us are here right now, I can’t walk you through it the way I normally would. This is your trial by fire, Vivian.” Marion inclined her head toward the group.
“Theo Anderson is the public relations chair at KGP. He’ll be your point of contact. Now let’s head over there so I can introduce you. You’ll be fine.” I was glad Marion had such faith in my abilities. But then again, she didn’t know me yet. Sure, I was no dummy, but I wasn’t sure a whole lot of credence could be given to my ability to not fall on my ass.
I plastered a smile on my face. The same smile I wore during each and every rush event. I figured I could imagine that I was getting ready to chat up a bunch of vapid freshmen hoping to get into my sorority. And if that didn’t work, I’d just picture them in their underwear.
I quickly learned that picturing one particular person in the group would be a very bad idea.
“Mr. Anderson, I’d like to introduce you to our new Events Coordinator, Vivian Baily,” Marion announced, placing a hand on the arm of a very attractive man.
Theo Anderson turned to Marion and blessed her with a smile that was absolutely swoony. He had a mouth full of blinding white teeth. There was no way he achieved that sort of perfection without years of braces and bleaching.
He wore a tailored suit that fit snuggly over broad shoulders. His face smooth and fair and classically handsome. He looked almost boyish with thick brown hair that fell over his forehead and an adorable dimple in his cheek.
He didn’t look to be much older than I was and when he turned his eyes to mine, the deep blue twinkled warmly, putting me instantly at ease. I couldn’t help but smile stupidly at him.
He held out his hand and I took it without hesitation. “I hear we’re going to be spending a lot of time together,” he said and I laughed nervously.
“You heard right,” I replied quickly. I pulled my hand away hastily and tucked it into the pocket of my skirt. Theo Anderson was really pretty. Almost too pretty. His appeal was obvious. And my interest was instantaneous.
Uh
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