Chapter 12
I hired Oliver to work with Brett before I left the office that evening. Because he was so behind, I worked for Brett hours later than I wanted to, again eliminating any chance I had at getting any baking done.
SkinnyCakes was a mad house all day Thursday. It appeared word had gotten around that I was doing the baking for the picnic and half the town came in to try out what I had. By three I was ready to collapse. I was baking as fast as I could and had customers waiting until their chosen dessert was out of the oven. It was great for business, but hell on planning. I had less than twenty-four hours until I was meeting with Mayor Ramsey again.
And nothing new to show him.
When I finally closed the doors Thursday afternoon I was ready to get off my feet. I didn’t want to bake
