Chapter Twenty-Seven
Tiffany
I JOINED DARREN in the banquet room of the hotel for dinner. They’d set up a large buffet for all of the staff and contestants on Icon.
“At least they’re feeding us well,” he said, as we went through the buffet line.
“Thanks,” I said to a young chef who sliced a piece of prime rib, and placed it on my plate. “No kidding, I would have already gained ten pounds by now, if we weren’t burning it off at practice every day.”
“Exactly.”
We sat down together at a large oval table, not yet occupied, and Darren put his napkin on his lap. “Damn, that was intense today. In fact, I could really use a beer after that performance. Just one. I say after we eat, we sneak over to the bar and have a quick drink.”
I raised my eyebrows. “I didn’t think we were allowed to str
