She had done it. Charlotte had completed all her assignments and passed her exams. Even though in her practical exam she’d nearly burnt her choux pastry in the oven because she forgot it was in there, left her potato and leek soup on the stove for too long, and almost forgot to add salt and pepper to everything, she’d managed to get it done. Maybe not with flying colors, but she’d got it done.
Despite her hopes, Charlotte’s memory and concentration problems were still very much there, and it had made completing her diploma a lot harder than expected. Even though the wound in the back of her head had completely healed, leaving only the barest trace of a scar, her brain had obviously not taken kindly to Erikson’s attack.
Her chefs had noticed the change in her as soon as she got back, bu
