BRYSON’S HOME
“Oh my. Chantelle, you should have given me a heads-up before asking me to come here. I am not dressed in my best wear.” Janice whined.
Chantelle blinked in confusion. “What do you mean? What is wrong with what you are wearing?”
She gestured with her mouth towards the assistant pastry chef, Khloe, who had recommended that Chantelle help her with her order. “He.”
Chantelle laughed in disbelief. “Are you being serious right now? Is this why you are here? Now I see why you haven’t gotten anything done all day. You have been ogling the poor guy. What is your problem, Janice?”
Janice snickered, “Don’t blame me for having a good eye for beautiful things like him. How is a man so perfect looking and cool on the surface simultaneously?” The question seemed to be directed to the
