I asked Quessandra to come over.
She’s the only person I know who knows how to bake perfectly. Grace can cook but she couldn’t go any near the oven. She had a major traumatic experience with the oven a few years ago and since then, she has never attempted to operate the oven. I don’t want to demand her to teach me to bake when I know that she has a phobia on ovens.
So, I shamelessly asked this favor from Quessandra even though she just arrived from Nevada. I thought Miller wouldn’t agree to it but thank God that he did.
“Damien’s busy,” Quessandra said when I asked where her husband is. “He’s about to close a deal with an international bank so he’s cramming.”
I nodded. Miller didn’t want to go back to business before and we all understood it. He put Quessandra first. He wanted to le
