Her aunt had been very impressed. She’d tried to impersonate Evelyn herself, but it hadn’t been a patch on hers. As she watched Evelyn and Olivia helping some black guy in the kitchen, Felicity suddenly thought that this guy, whomever he was, might just come through for Evelyn. Then she shook the thought away. There was no way one guy could cook a turkey roast with all the trimmings for eighty people single-handedly. It was preposterous even thinking about it. Plus, Evelyn had agreed to a four-course meal, so this guy would have to cater for eighty starters, mains and desserts. It wasn’t possible. Evelyn was screwed. Ha!
Satisfied that the meal would be a disaster, Felicity walked back towards reception. Instead of taking the lift up to her room, she took the stairs instead, thinking of t
