The afternoon sun bathed Tom's mansion in golden light, its rays gleaming off the icicle lights draped across the roof and the garlands woven around the door.
The house was alive with activity, filled with the hum of voices, the sound of distant laughter, and the occasional clatter of decorations being adjusted.
Lucy stood in the middle of the spacious living room, her clipboard in hand, as the event planner walked beside her. Amy hovered just behind, ready to assist.
The Christmas tree in the corner sparkled with hundreds of twinkling lights, and beneath it, a mountain of beautifully wrapped gifts added to the festive cheer.
"Okay," Lucy said, scanning the clipboard. Her voice held a touch of anxiety as her eyes flitted over the details. "The caterers are setting up in the banquet stand, right? And the bartenders? They know the setup for both the indoor and outdoor bar?"
