The first meeting of the Helena Delevon Foundation was scheduled for ten o'clock in the morning.
By nine, the conference room at Delevon Estate was already filled with people.
Legal representatives, financial advisers, community organizers, and several independent board members had gathered around the long table. Each had been carefully selected to ensure the foundation would remain faithful to Helena's original intentions.
Clara stood beside Eleanor, reviewing the documents one final time.
"Are you nervous?" Eleanor asked.
"A little."
"That's normal."
Clara glanced at the people entering the room.
"I just don't want us to make a mistake."
Eleanor gently touched her arm.
"Then we will make every decision carefully. This foundation isn't supposed to carry the Delevon family's pride. It's supposed to carry Helena's purpose."
Clara smiled.
"You're right."
