Olivia's POV
"Diana, have you already called the party coordinator?" I asked, my gaze fixed on the sketches scattered across my desk. The soft light from the window filtered over the fabric samples, reflecting the calm professionalism I tried to maintain.
"Yes, ma'am," Diana replied, scrolling through her tablet. "Ms. Lane confirmed she's available tomorrow afternoon to finalize everything for your son's birthday. Would you like the meeting here in the office or at the venue?"
"Here," I said, flipping through a stack of papers. "I want to go over the layout and the budget first. Remind her that I want the design simple and elegant—no cartoon overload. It should look refined but still playful for kids."
"Got it." Diana typed notes quickly. "Would you like me to take care of the invitations?"
"No, I'll handle that myself," I replied, without looking up.
