Chapter Seven
“Kiara, how long until the mousse is ready?” James calls from across the kitchen. I’ve been at work for six hours, and I haven’t had one free moment. On top of the restaurant being slammed, James and I are prepping for the monthly, members-only wine night we’re hosting after the dining room closes.
The Madden Crowd’s wine night is one of the most popular attractions in Manhattan. Members of the official Madden Crowd pay a hefty fee to enjoy this and other perks, and prepping for it is incredibly stressful.
“It’ll be ready in about ten minutes, and then I’ll move on to the duck,” I assure him.
“Speed it up!” he demands. “You don’t just have to get the food prepped before service, you have to get cleaned up, too!”
Not only am I cooking for the wine night, I will also be en
