“Is everything ready?”
“Yes, we are all set up.”
Vanessa frowned. “What’s ready?”
“A little entertainment,” I said.
Two employees rolled a cart of plain white plates into the designated area, which had protective flooring and a clear barrier.
Daniel explained the activity and asked anyone who wanted to watch to remain behind the line.
Vanessa followed me, bewildered.
“Natalie, what are you doing?”
“Celebrating.”
“What?”
“I’ll tell you in a minute.”
I put on the protective glasses an employee handed me, picked up a plate, and threw it at the marked target.
It shattered with a satisfying crack.
People laughed in surprise.
I broke another.
Then one more.
Vanessa leaned toward me.
“Have you completely lost your mind?”
“No.”
“You’re making a scene.”
“That’s funny. I thought you invited 11 people because you wanted an audience.”
Her expression changed.
Before she could answer, Daniel arrived with a leather bill folder.
