Olivia's point of view
The late morning sun spilled across the sitting room, warming the cream-colored curtains and glinting over the papers spread across the coffee table. The scent of jasmine from the open window mingled with freshly brewed coffee, and for a moment, everything felt calm.
Across from me, Isabel, the event coordinator, sat with a polite smile, her notebook balanced neatly on her lap. While I was browsing the brochure she gave me to see some event themes, although I already planned on having a front yard party for simplicity. I want my son's birthday to be simple, and less extravagant.
"So, Miss Thompson," she began in her melodic voice, "you mentioned a superhero theme for Gavin's birthday. I've drafted two possible layouts. One's brighter, with a comic-book style, and the other's softer—more minimalist."
I leaned forward to look at the sketches. "I like the second one. Less cluttered. I want it simple."
Her brow lifted slightly. "Simple, for a superhero theme?"
