Kat Malloy sighed and waved the guys moving a table a little to the left.  "Guys... The head table needs to be centered!"  She was frustrated.  This was taking much longer than necessary.  She had by virtue of being the granddaughter of the leader of the Greater Boston Benevolent Society been tasked with setting up this fundraiser. She couldn't even remember off the top of her head which fundraiser this was.  It seemed that when she started showing an aptitude for party planning, she had been drafted as the official organizer of all things ridiculously boring for The Society. 

She checked her clipboard and glanced around to find the florists setting up the centerpieces, which would have been nice, but the rental company had not yet finished putting out the table linens.  She yelled at the florists to stop and just put the centerpieces on what would eventually be the table for the silent auction items.  This whole event was giving her a headache. She still had to get to the dry cleaners and pick up her gown.  She would be attending this event alone yet again.  Her grandfather kept pushing her, wanting her to find someone to share her life with. He seemed to think she would be incapable of handling the money he wanted to give her on her own. 

She pushed her hair out of her face and dashed across the room to meet the caterer who had a few questions.  She answered them as quickly as she could, but she needed a break.  As soon as she had a minute she made a mad dash for the door.  She needed a few moments to herself.  She walked outside and looked both ways before crossing the street.  She walked toward the water.  The breeze coming off the water was chilly, so there was no one else around.  She paused at a railing and leaned against it staring out to the sea.   She often came to the waterfront to relax.  It centered her, it calmed her heart rate in a way nothing else could.  

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply taking in the tang of the salty air.  She let the breeze tug at her hair not caring that it was becoming a tangled mess.  She finally looked at peace. Her cell phone rang and she picked up with a sigh.  The wind was blowing directly into the phone making conversation difficult so she turned around leaning her back against the railing tilting her head back as she listened to the person on the other end.   

She listened to the phone for several minutes and then hung up slipping the phone into her pocket.  She reached up and tied her hair back into a pony tail before pushing away from the railing.  She needed coffee, well a stiff drink would be better, but she would take coffee.  Her low heeled boots clicked on the ground as she headed straight for a nearby coffee shop.  She planned on picking up the strongest coffee she could get, and probably some dried out pastry too.  She needed something to keep her going and get her through this event.