Chapter 19
“I...I’m Morgan Barber,” she choked out.
“Don’t be shy sweetie. Speak up,” Marla told her in a stage whisper that the microphone picked up. Several people laughed.
Morgan tore her eyes away from Frank. “I’m also a mom, like Hannah. I enjoy baking too but my passions are my daughter and cooking Italian and Greek cuisines.” She pursed her lips and fell silent.
Hannah felt her friend tense up beside her and heard the quaver in her voice. She looked around, wondering what had her acting like she’d been spooked. Morgan was certainly the less shy of the two of them so someone she saw in the crowd had to have set her off, on edge. Hannah knew that much.
She didn’t get a chance to ask. As soon as Morgan finished her short spiel, Marla thanked the Chef again and then he directed the
