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While Bishop and Deacon had to double down on football practice, the rest of the Saints fraternity pledges helped out. Fred, who was my partner when Rector was President, unfortunately had to drop out of the fraternity due to his father’s medical practice moving out of town.
Trenton, Greg, and a few others were so new and not yet completely initiated into the Saints Fraternity that they were like blank slates when it came to knowing any of the Saints protocol.
I barely knew them as a new pledge turned into a Senior Saint.
However, I was still a Senior Saint, and the only one who was fully working on the Winter Ball.
“Hey Trenton,” I said, “did you get all the RSVPs confirmed?”
Trenton and Greg were seated at the dining table in the Saints House, going through a pile of cards.
“Getting there. We are still waiting for the Millers, the Trans, and Handels.”
I looked down my list. “Good, we have most of the families we’d want to invite, attending. But the Millers, the Trans, and Handels are definitely ones we need to be there. They are the up-and-coming movers and shakers in the industry.”
“Are there any last-minute things we still need to do?” Greg asked.
I looked through the list of to-dos and said, “Glad you asked. Here are a few things we must finalize. Other than that, we all need to be at the event. Greg, Trenton – you will oversee the rest of our pledges, to work as waitstaff. Make sure you have uniforms.”
“Sure thing,” Trenton and Greg said in unison.
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Brook
“Today’s the big day,” Bishop said as we all got ready to head out to the ballroom.
“Had I known that I’d be on the staff instead of a guest, I wouldn’t have put down all that money down for a beautiful gown.”
“Don’t worry, Brook,” Bishop said. “You’ll have plenty of occasions to slip into that gorgeous gown. Tonight, we’re short-staffed. Everyone in the Saints need to pitch in as waitstaff.”
Instead of my gown, I wore straight black pants with a crisp white button-down shirt tucked in at the waist and a simple but elegant satin black vest over it.
We arrived at the ballroom and headed around to the back to enter the kitchen.
“Good. Good. Good,” Gaston, the caterer, said as he took a look at us. “The guests are about to arrive, and we need to have chilled champagne waiting for them.”
He pointed to the dozens of bottles, all on ice.
“Any of you know how to open a bottle of champagne without poking your eye out?” Gaston said.
“I do,” Bishop said. Although he was dressed as a guest and not as a staff member, he was ready to pitch in.
“Don’t open too many at a time,” Gaston instructed. “We don’t want to lose all those gorgeous bubbles.”
“Right,” Bishop said.
“The three of you,” Gaston said, pointing to three of the pledges. “The hors-oeuvres are there. Put them prettily on a tray and head out there right behind the champagne.”
They nodded and went to work.
“And you,” Gaston said, looking at me and two other pledges. “Get the first course ready.” He pointed to one section of the kitchen. “The second course.” He pointed to another section. “And the main course.”
“Okay,” I said.
Gaston took off his chef’s jacket and shrugged on a nice-looking blazer.
“Wait a minute,” Bishop said. “Where are you going?”
