#Chapter 93 The Plus One

The dinner party to announce my engagement to Victor was an hour away. I was lying across my bed in my plush bathrobe after showering while Jennifer rummaged through my closet, searching for the perfect pair of shoes to go with the dress I chose to wear tonight. “What about this pair, Miss?” Jennifer asked. Before I could answer her, my phone rang. The caller ID told me it was Debbie, my personal assistant at my mother’s charity foundation. Debbie and I had become well acquainted over the last week. She filled me in on the details of the day-to-day operations that even Victor did not know. I liked her very much. She respected me and my opinions and didn’t look down on me if I didn’t know something. I answered the call. “Hello, Debbie.” “I’m sorry to bother you before your dinner party,” she apologized. “But I needed to ask a quick question.” “Did you want the invitations for next month’s charity auction sent out first thing Monday morning, or do you want