Emma's POV
Celeste runs the kitchen like a military operation the first two weeks of the month. Every station has a purpose, every hour has an output target, and she walks the line twice a day with the expression of someone who will not be accepting excuses.
I love it.
I'm in charge of the petit gâteau program, six individual desserts that rotate through the Valentine's menu. Celeste approved all six in January and has since added a seventh at the last minute because a corporate client requested something specific and she decided I was the one to develop it.
I tell Dominic this on a Tuesday evening while he's making coffee and I'm sitting on the counter which he has fully stopped fighting.
"She's testing you," he says.
"I know."
"Can you do it?"
I look at him. "Yes."
He hands me t
