Jessi scanned the banquet hall with a practiced eye. Shed spent the better part of the morning getting the table linens and place settings exactly right. The DJ was just beginning to set up in the corner of the room, and the giant cake was due to be delivered any time.
Sarahs son Jason had volunteered to do the flower run, taking his mothers large SUV to pick up the pink peonies and other things Jessi had ordered from her go-to florist, Antonio. Antonio sold flowers out of a silver panel truck in Palm Beach Gardens, and had the freshest, most beautiful blooms of anyone around. And he always gave Jessi a good deal. Shed do the table arrangements herself, using vases she and Sarah had picked up at an estate sale a couple of years before.