Chapter 14
In the backseat of the cab, Athena smoothed her sweaty palms over her skirt. She wished she’d gotten the chance to talk to Maggie again this morning. Her sister had been up and out early for work, leaving Athena to get ready for this meeting on her own. Conscious of meeting with a bunch of Hollywood types and the need to make a good impression, she’d spent a lot more time and effort on her appearance than usual. Hair. Makeup. A dress. Heels she hoped never to see again. Stuff she usually reserved for major events like weddings and funerals. She wished like hell she could do this in jeans and boots. But they were expecting a professional chef, not a farm girl.
Realizing she’d clenched her hands in her skirt, she relaxed them, smoothing the fabric again. Why the hell was she thi
