My eyes widened as I gaped at Chiara in disbelief. "Can you…say that again?"

She cleared her throat. "They're coming tomorrow."

Maria threw her hands up, frustration lining her face.

"But the banquet isn't ready!"

"The banquet date hasn’t changed," Chiara replied, receiving confused looks from Maria and me.

Chiara sighed. "General Emiliano and his sister are coming tomorrow, but they’re planning to stay here for the entire week."

I muttered a curse ...