First message
The ballroom ceiling has partially collapsed.
There is plaster on the carpet, water spreading toward the dance floor, and one extremely upset client demanding to know how this could possibly happen three hours before her gala.
Nico steps between her and the wreckage like he has been waiting his whole life for this exact moment.
Baby.
She blinks.
Darling. Gorgeous. Look at me.
She does.
The show is going on.
Behind him, Danny makes a sound that may be spiritual distress.
Nico gestures toward the room.
We clean the ceiling. We mop the water. We move the florals. We dry the carpet.
That is not—
And your guests walk in at five and never know this happened.
He smiles.
Because that is what we promised you.
The client exhales.
Nico turns toward you.
See?
What?
Crisis management.
The ceiling fell in.
Details, darling.