Daisy checked her clipboard for the third time in five minutes, her lips pressed into a tight line as she scanned the list. Tablecloths? Checked and steamed. Signs? Hung. Gift Baskets? Still missing, apparently. “Jenna,” Daisy called out, motioning toward the flustered teenager carrying a box of raffle tickets, “can you check with Marlene about the silent auction baskets? They were supposed to be here