The call came at 4:17 on a Thursday afternoon while I was trying to explain to three engineers why moving a button six pixels to the left was not, in fact, a product strategy.
My phone lit up on the conference table.
Paloma House Events.
I almost ignored it.
Then I remembered the final catering confirmation for my daughter’s sweet sixteen was due that week.
“Give me 30 seconds,” I told my team.
I stepped into the hallway.
“Hi, this is Harper Terry.”
“Hi, Harper, this is Darcy from Paloma House. I’m confirming the updated event details for Saturday, September 19th.”
I smiled.
“Perfect. My daughter has been asking me every six hours whether the photo wall is actually going to be there.”
Darcy laughed politely.
“Yes, the photo wall is confirmed. We just need to verify the name change.”
I stopped walking.
“The what?”
“The name change.”
My mouth went dry.
“What name change?”
There was a pause.
Then Darcy said:
“The event is now listed as Madison Cole’s Sweet Sixteen.”
My brain did something stupidly specific.
It counted.
September 19th.
Forty-eight guests.
Six round tables.
One DJ.
Two-tier cake.
One daughter named Sandy Terry.
Zero daughters named Madison Cole.
“Darcy,” I said.
“My daughter’s name is Sandy.”
Another pause.
A longer one.
“Oh.”
I heard clicking.
“I’m sorry. The change request came through yesterday.”
“From who?”
“It was authorized by Linda Terry.”
My mother.
My fingers went cold.
“Did she cancel Sandy’s event?”
“It appears the reservation wasn’t canceled. The guest of honor and several selections were changed.”
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