The next morning Enzo drops me back at the hotel to finish up with some of the arrangements. I am deciding where the dance floor should go and which band would play at the event when one of the planners walks towards me.

'Hello ma'am. Are you and Mr Costanzo going to open the dance floor on Saturday night?" she asks.

'First off please don't call me ma'am, my name is Katherine. It makes me feel old and I'll have to talk to Enzo about that," I say wondering why in God's name she ...