"I Would Love To Dance—"

A smile plastered on her countenance and she led the way to Mark who modified flowers on a table.

The hall was ready to be used when she walked in.

“Mark.” She dubbed, strolling to the veneer so he could have a good and better picture of her. “Good morning.”

“I almost thought you wouldn't make it to the Enterprise this morning,” the man scoffed. “Come,” he handed the bowl of flowers to Emily who took it from him. “Assist me with setting up the tables.”

“Is the reason for the party going to work as well?” Emily laughed and walked closer to the table. “Does the other staff know of this?”

“Well, yes,” Mark nodded. “Mr. Stone called us all this morning and broke the news to them. You should see the look on their faces at that moment.”

“I thought as much,” they moved to another table. “How are you today?”

“I am good,” he replied with a nod. “You look stunning, as expected. You've got a friend I should marry?”

“Oh, please!” The woman laughed and stared hard at the main stage.

It was more