Melanie shoved back into the kitchen. “Store manager says to get ‘em done or you’re in trouble.”
“You went to the store manager?” Adalia stared at her and shook her head.
“Yeah, and there’s some guy here to see you.”
Adalia’s heart leapt into her throat, and she stopped moving completely. Screw the Black Forest cakes, what if Trent had arrived? Mortification paralyzed her; she was glued to the spot.
The last thing she’d want was the billionaire to see her slumming it in a tiny store bakery.
“Who?” Adalia whispered.
Melanie raised an eyebrow. “Derick or something, I didn’t hear proper. Get them cakes ready.” She turned and charged out again, still chewing gum like it was her air to breathe.
“Derick,” Adalia said to herself, shaking her head in confusion. Who the hell was Derick? She
