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I nod slowly.
“Good!” He claps, walking over to pat my shoulder. “I knew we could work something out.”
I slap his hand off once again.
“Hey, don’t be like that son. At least, I’m helping that Parker girl get her grant. I did that for you. Don’t say I never gave you anything.”
I open my mouth to speak, but his gaze turns to something behind me.
“Um… speaking of…” He clears his throat, nodding behind me. I turn around, and my heart skips a beat. Kaylee is standing by one of the staff doors, staring straight at me.
Uh-oh.
Chapter Twenty-Five: Kaylee
The Andrews & Son’s PR and Launch party is everything I expected it to be and more. Hundreds of guests and people of influence from all around the country, in the same room, drinking champagne and eating my pastries. I’ve been receiving good reviews all morning. Some of them even requested my business card, asking if I’m available to cater to their upcoming events. It’s finally happening for me. Today is going to mark the turning point for my pastry shop. I can feel it.
“We need more glazed doughnuts on the dessert table,” Trisha says bursting into the kitchen.
“I got you.” I turn to the table, grabbing a tray of fresh doughnuts, covered in chocolate glaze and sprinkles. “Here.”
Trisha collects the tray, handing it to a waiter standing behind her.
“Take this to dessert table three.”
The waiter nods, hurrying away. She turns back to me, tucking a strand of her hair back. “Girl, I hope you’re ready to stay here all day, because these guests can't get enough of your pastries. I mean, who can blame them.” She shrugs, laughing.
“I know right?” I pick up my face towel, wiping off the bead of sweat on my forehead. “It’s bigger than I expected.”
“I’m not surprised actually, your pastries are delicious.”
“Thanks, Trish.”
The door swings open again and Elena walks in, holding an empty tray.
“You need to ramp up that oven, Kaylee. They’re devouring the pastries faster than you’re making them.”
“Really?” I laugh.
“Yeah.” she drops the tray on the table. “Speaking of.” She pulls out a black business card from the breast pocket of the white waitress shirt she’s wearing.
“An executive from V-corporations asked me to give this to you.” She pauses as I collect the card. “She wants to talk to you about arrangements for a business dinner she’s having in a few months.”
“Oh, wow.” I turn the card around, staring at it for a moment, before tucking it into my back pocket. “This is like the fifth one I’ve gotten today. I can’t believe it.”
“I can.” Elena affirms and shrugs. “You work so hard every day, and you most of all people, deserve a big break.”
“Thanks.” I sniffle. “And thank you, guys, for being here to support me. I can’t tell you how much it means to me.”
“Oh stop that.” Trisha waves me off. “If we aren’t here for you, who will be?”
“Besides, it’s not like you could handle this all on your own. Even with the number of waiters and waitresses available, you still need more hands.”
“That I do.” I laugh.
The oven timer dings and I turn to pull out a tray of Danish.
“You didn’t tell me Ian was coming,” Elena says as she unloads the fresh batch onto another tray.
