MORGAN FINISHED LETTERING their sign just as the sponsors started streaming in at the far end of the hall. She placed it down in front of their display table as her classmates had done and then moved around to the front side of the glass viewing wall to join Hannah.
“I’m nervous,” Hannah whispered. What if he hates it?”
“He won’t.”
“We’re about to find out,” Hannah said. “Here comes Mr. West.”
The majority of the sponsors started at one end of the line and walked down it, looking at all of the cakes but West made a beeline directly for them.
“This better be good,” he said in a low voice. “Mr. Barnwell will be here in just a couple of minutes.”
As the two young women started to step aside so he could see their creation, Chef Tomas joined them. He placed a hand on Garrett West’s should
