“The fig and prosciutto crostini are delicious,” I declared with gusto, salivating like a dog. “So, you wanted to talk to April and me about something… she won't be here until tomorrow. Any hints?”
Eleanor nodded. “Yep, but Manny's ventured to the store to pick up some ingredients. Let's wait for him. We'll find time later or tomorrow after the Winter Gala ends.”
“Fine. Torture me more. I love this family's abuse.” As I looked up, a portly woman entered the kitchen from the rear prep area. Tawny brown hair bounced against her puffy cheeks in sync with her heavy-trodden steps.
Eleanor craned her neck. “Oh, Jocelyn, I thought you escaped already.” My sister explained Jocelyn was Braxton's head cook who had stopped onsite this morning to ensure Manny and Eleanor found all the supplies and
