The guest had started to thin out gradually. I was sitting at one of the small round tables near the front of the new patisserie and café space with Zoey and Brianna.
The opening had been a genuine success. The turnout was better than my mom had hoped for.
The desserts especially had been a hit.
Zoey leaned back in her chair, letting out a contented sigh as she licked a bit of chocolate cake off her fork. "Okay, but seriously, I knew it would be nice, but this? This is next level. I feel like I need a higher credit score just to seen here."
Brianna nodded in agreement, popping the last bite of a raspberry tart into her mouth. "And the desserts? I’m not even joking, It's so good, I might have to come here every weekend."
I laughed softly. "She’s been working on the recipes for months."
