“Five minutes left!” Todd’s voice booms through the cavernous hall just as I’m placing the finishing touches on my display table.
As Cynthia had promised, the challenge took all day, and now I’m utterly exhausted. My feet are aching from hours spent walking from booth to booth in these ridiculous six-inch stiletto heels, and it’s a small miracle that my soles aren’t covered in painful blisters. At least I’m not hungry - I managed to time things so that I was at the hors d'oeuvres and canapes station around midday, around the time I’d usually eat lunch. I tried every last sample they had on offer, finally settling on a selection of roasted peach & parma ham mini focaccias, goat cheese stuffed bacon-wrapped dates and seared scallops over lemony parsnip mash for my three finger food picks.
