Chapter Three
“I’m relieved you made it, Ms. Montclair,” Michelle Van Heerden said, teetering beside Adalia in five-inch high heels and a form-fitting black cocktail dress.
She was white, blonde and skinny as all hell. Bit of a hooked nose, though it didn’t take away from her beauty. What did take away from it, however, was that constant glare of disdain.
“Me?” Adalia placed a hand on the crisp chef’s whites she’d purchased specifically for this job. “I wouldn’t have missed your event for the world, Ms. Van Heerden.” She clicked her fingers and her assistant bustled in – also in brand s******g new chef’s whites – carting tray upon tray of ingredients.
All they’d have to do is melt the chocolate and assemble the éclairs and they’d be ready to send plates out. Underneath her calm exterio
