“Must have been a glitch.” There are never glitches with Diane.
When I called the event coordinator at the Whitmore Hotel to confirm my RSVP, there was a long pause. “I’m sorry, I don’t see Paxton on the guest list. Could you be a plus-one?” Two hundred guests confirmed months in advance. I had been erased.
I called Diane directly. She picked up on continue reading …
