Re: re-doing this a little, sorry!
When Enola first gotten wind of what Jamie and Karl had planned she had rolled her eyes. Ryan being the scapegoat or the butt of any joke wasn’t anything new. When bored they all had a habit of starting squabbles that made a first grader look mature. So she hadn’t paid much attention until Jamie started sharing the guest list.
How long had it been since they had all been in the same room, let alone for something that didn’t involve the threat of war or impending Armageddon? She couldn’t honestly recall. Enola had gone from not caring to looking forward to the evening with an almost pathetic eagerness. She and Jamie had checked in earlier to set the baby up in a room, leaving her in the care of a nanny who had passed hundreds of different security checks. There was still some anxiety but Enola had pushed it aside. If she wanted to keep working (and really there is no choice in that Enola needed to work like people needed to breath) she’d have to get used to being separated from her daughter for periods of time.
Wearing a classy black number she had just picked up on Friday Enola made her way to the ballroom.
“Sam, Vicky!” The delight in her voice was hard to miss.