By the time Drew had wandered the festival for a few hours, he needed a dark, quiet place to gather his thoughts. He’d refused to eat anything for fear of messing up his taste buds with too much lavender, an overdose of honey, or a mouth-puckering dose of orange.
His head hurt, and all he could think about was Augustus. Of course, he’d known the man would be at the festival and would enter the contest. The man himself had told him. Yvonne too. Drew’s confidence had been high at home, but now, surrounded by the dozens and dozens of contestants, he doubted every measurement, every flavor he’d prepared.
Stupid, stupid. Drew reprimanded himself for not giving Augustus as much credit as he deserved as he crossed the street, leaving Gretchen and Dixie in the park. He wouldn’t see them again un
