THE clashing of pans echoed in the kitchen. Chef Gustav and his assistant looked at each but did not say a word. They went back to cooking and slicing the much-needed ingredients for the recipe. The orders kept on coming at this time of the day.
“Where is Piper?” A frowning Jane asked.
The staff in the kitchen turned to the nervous woman who just entered the kitchen.
“Why did you not start with packing the pastry? Those pies and cupcakes will not leave the kitchen by themselves.”
The shifter did not say a word. She approached the counter and lifted the tray that has the pies. In silence, she left the kitchen again.
The young female Tudd swore when her left hand accidentally touched the still hot tray. She placed the injured hand under the faucet.
“Little lady, there is a package t
