In the kitchen, the chef was busy working on the meal. He’d ushered me out, clucking all the way about not letting me do any more work than I already had.
Steph and Rachel showed up five minutes after six. Andy was right behind them, a tray of cupcakes in his arms. One of Knox’s servants led them into the living room, where I was keeping myself busy by rearranging the bruschetta appetizer on the plates.
“Chloe!” Steph screamed, throwing her arms around me. “It’s so good to see you! I feel like we never hang out anymore.”
“I know,” I said. I hugged her and then Rachel. “But I came by the bakery last week and you weren’t there,” I said.
“Busy on a supply run, probably,” Steph said, shrugging. “It’s tough. Business is growing, but they just hiked up rent prices. I have to make twice as ma
