The evening started off better than most. I remember how happy Poppy looked as we sat together in the atrium while guests were being welcomed.
At risk of being too full of myself, I think she was so cheerful that evening because it was the first night we were back working together since she was moved away from the wine room.
"He doesn't look like he belongs here," I'd whispered to her while subtly gesturing to the last guest we'd welcomed with warm smiles.
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