I sit with Rowan, and we read through the briefing for this next event. It's more than just cooking small canapés.
"Can you actually cook?" She looks at me, and I roll my eyes. "Sorry, I had to make sure as I can't." She laughs slightly.
"Well, I'm sure you know about fashion and colour matching, right?" She nods at my words.
"Okay, so we can discuss the food together. We have one hour daily in the kitchen, so I can show you today. Then you can try and teach me about fashion." We laugh.
"It says here that we both need to match but not to be the same, and we have to compliment each other and the table?" She sighs. "What colours do you like?" She looks at me.
"How about we forget what colours we like, choose the style of dresses, what food, then choose the colours based on that?" She no
