CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY SIX – A SWEET SERENADE

Wasting no time with pleasantries, Charlotte did as instructed, nimbly sidestepping Fiona's bulk to claim a spot at the battered metal counter. Within seconds, her hands were in constant motion – grabbing plates, arranging food, garnishing with crisp lettuce and tomato slices in a dizzying display of efficiency. "I've got the band sorted," she announced once the initial rush had ebbed. "Liam's going to dig out that old PA system we've got in storage and get them set up properly." Swiping a trickle of sweat from her brow with the back of her wrist, she allowed herself a small, triumphant grin. "In the meantime, I figure we can keep the masses entertained by passing out some of these beauties and maybe even getting them to join in a few rousing choruses of 'Danny Boy' or somesuch." From the corner of her eye, she caught Fiona's incredulous look, but Tony merely grunted in tacit approval. "Aye, not a bad plan, all things considered," he conceded. "Though God help us all if we've got t