Maxime and Regina turned towards Quarin's car, bewildered.
The chef burst into laughter and hummed: "Someone is jelly-jelly-jealous!"
She looked at him: “How old are you? 5?"
He shrugged. "It does not change the fact that today you are at my. Complete. Disposal!" He underlined his last words looking into her eyes slyly. He walked her inside, his hand on her back.
She shook her head, secretly amused: "Actually, no. 5 is too generous."
"Party pooper!" he teased her, wrinkling his nose.
"Big baby!" she wrinkled her nose too.
He sniggered, "I'll take that as a compliment!"
Preparations were already in full swing in the dining room and the outdoor area. The waiters were arranging the tables, the setting was very refined and provided each table with a composition of white roses and an ar
