“Skyler? Can you please make sure the chef has the right amount of tomatoes for the pasta sauce?”

Skyler nodded, dashing back into the kitchen where she’d barely stepped out from a few seconds ago.

“I need the balloons to go a bit higher,” Sophia instructed the party decorators, her hands giving them gestures on what to do. “And I think the carpet should go over there.”

“You’ve been working nonstop,” Whitney said to her, her hands folding the napkins on the table. ...