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I quickly changed the subject complimenting her cooking and knowing that as long as I steered the conversation anywhere but where it just was, I would be fine.
Finally, we got everything settled and situated at my two-person kitchen table, then together we started in on the first of many dishes to come. We sipped wine and I gave her as much feedback as I could, but I knew that at the end of the day she’d choose the exact right combination to serve at the party. After all, my sister wasn’t the greatest up-and-coming caterer in this town for nothing.
“I just keep thinking about how big this is for a small name like mine,” Emily said with her mouth full of red velvet cake.
I shook my head as I pointed to the banana pudding. “This won’t work. I mean, it’s great, but it’s too…”
“Plain?”
I nodded. “Mr. Drake is a fancy-ass dickweed. He’s gonna want something more decadent and delicate than that slapped into a bowl.”
She reached across the table and dipped her spoon into it. She quickly tasted it before taking another large scoop and sitting back down in her chair. She hummed over the tastes that melded together. The banana that melted in one’s mouth and the crunch of the vanilla wafer cookies she had made herself.
“It’s a damn good dessert, though,” she murmured.
I cackled. “It’s a fucking great dessert.”
She reached for her wine. “Seriously, though. If I can pull this off? All I’ll be fielding from that point on is high-end clientele. Can you believe that?”
I shrugged. “I mean, that’s what you wanted, right? To be the premier caterer for the upper-echelon?”
She sipped her drink. “Yeah, of course. But, three years in? I figured I’d have to make a name for myself over the course of a decade before something like this came along.”
I winked. “You know us Rochere’s. We don’t do anything normally.”
“You can say that again.”
My sister paused. “Holy shit.”
“What? What is it?”
She set her spoon down. “If I pull this off, I’ll have to hire a secretary. I won’t be able to run Emily Evangeline catering on my own any longer.”
I grinned as I spooned more banana pudding onto my plate. “If you pull this off, I’ll personally hire and pay your fucking secretary. Now, eat. We’ve still got all of this covered food on the floor to get to.”
“Thank you for always believing in me, Eden.”
My heart warmed with pride. “You don’t have to thank me for that. You’re my sister. My best friend. Your success is my success.”
“So… does that mean you’ll come?”
I already did come, hard and fast and I feel like a guilty, fucking idiot for doing so.
I paused. “Come to what?”
“The banquet, silly. Please tell me you’ll come and keep me grounded?”
“You know I hate uppity events like that.”
She hit me with the puppy-dog eyes. “Please, Eden? Please? For me?”
“Emily.”
She jutted out her lower lip. “Pretty, pretty please? With a cherry on top?”
I groaned. “Fine, fine. I’ll make an appearance to help calm your nerves.” The last thing I wanted was a chance at seeing Mr. ‘Make-me-come-faster-than-a-speeding-bullet’ in person, but I’d do anything for Em, even if that meant putting myself in a totally uncomfortable position.
“Yesssss! Oh, thank you so much. You really are the best.”
