Chapter Four
“And none of this would be possible without the stellar chefs and caterers who provided the meal for you this evening,” Trent said, standing in front of the crowd of two hundred people, still finishing off the remains of the chocolate éclairs.
Adalia stood with her arms at her sides, back straight and staring straight ahead. If she played this right, she might get more clients. If she didn’t, she’d likely lose the bakery.
Either way, it was pretty darn difficult to concentrate with Trent a few feet from her. That cologne was in the air, enticing her with the promise of dreams that night.
“I believe that children should have access to three basic needs,” Trent went on, confidence oozing from his every pore. He held up one finger and continued, “The need for food.”
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