"I am so pleased it all came together so well!" she said. There was going to be a dinner, with a VIP section set up. Seating in the section could be purchased for a minimum $2500 a head. All 50 seats had been sold. A silent auction had been set up. The items ranged from all-expense paid vacations and cars to antiques and collectibles. She'd managed to get some well-known bands and popular comedians to agree to perform.<br/><br/>Certain parts of the event were only going to be open to the VIPs- she had to lure them in SOMEHOW- but tickets had been available to the public as well. There were going to be opportunities for them to donate what they could as well. It was intended to be a formal affair and all the security she could muster had been gathered to make sure that things went smoothly and there were no party-crashers.<br/><br/>About to blather on about how she envisioned things going, she heard the distance in his tone and frowned. James was used to her waxing enthusiastic about her philanthropic efforts and she was used to people sort of tuning out when she started to ramble but he didn't do it often- or so obviously. His hand rested, warm and solid on her knee.[/i]<br/><br/>When he asked if she was okay and suggested that they make a brief appearance at<em>her</em>event, she sighed heavily before lowering her glasses and peering over them. From such a petite, fragile looking thing the look was surprisingly intimidating. "I don't forget," she said. Truth be told, she<em>wasn't</em>all right. Her back ached and she was tired. It was exhausting trying to hide her pregnancy and the truth about her.<br/><br/>"You have to trust me to let you know if my condition gets really troublesome," she said. "I know my limits." Did she ever... Moving a little away from him, she stared out the window as the drive continued, pulling the glasses up over her eyes again.It was going to be a very long day.<br/><br/>(To Cassandra's Manor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82998.new#new))<br/><br/>