Chapter 6
“Mr. Webb,” Mrs. Evelyn Norton greeted him. Her thin frame was exaggerated by the harsh way her hair was pulled back, not a single strand out of place, as if Dakota expected anything less. “You’re early. I admire that in people I hire.”
“My mother always told me it was in poor taste to keep people waiting when you’re meant to be somewhere at a specific time.”
“Your mother sounds like a wise woman.”
“She is.”
Evelyn turned her attention to the box. “I assume you followed my guidelines?”
Dakota choked back the desire to laugh. Guidelines? On the order form she simply requested a large layered chocolate cake in her son’s favorite color, blue. There were no specifics about how large, what kind of chocolate, the shade of blue, or any other decorations she might like to have incl
