Chapter 8
“Carefully, make sure the coating browns evenly,” the well-known chef was saying, manhandling a frying pan with sizzling meat inside. Dakota half listened to the television program as he attempted to come up with a decent cake design. Weddings generally weren’t his thing and he hated himself for accepting the offer, the words popping out of his mouth before he realized it.
A wedding cake.
A centerpiece that everyone in attendance was going to get a piece of, and considering the Norton’s tastes towards the lavish as well as a flare for flaunting their riches, there would be a big crowd to feed.
Dakota half-heartedly tossed the notebook on the coffee table. How was he supposed to come up with something spectacular in just four days? Sure, Evelyn gave him more to work with this
