Oona
Of course, Oona was here. She was waiting by the food table, taste testing everything one more time to make sure it was all good. She had to have a few cheese cubes because she was really unsure of the level of delicious and needed to make sure.
She'd also busted open one of the wines. Some of the drinks were in an ice chest to keep cool. But she wanted a red and plucked a middle-road pinot noir from the line-up.