The contract was in her pocket! Susan drove down the bumpy road toward home with an enormous grin on her face. The only problem she was going to have was finding someone to serve, since they’d specifically asked for Bethany not to work the dinner.
A million questions had filled her head as to why, but she’d already promised that she wouldn’t mention the dinner to anyone—and she supposed that included Bethany.
She looked at the clock on her dash. She had time to throw together another dish for dinner before heading out. Nothing fancy. Maybe just a caprese salad. After all, when she was happy she loved to create.
Bethany was in the kitchen when she arrived, arranging the flower bouquet into a vase. “I found this at a yard sale and couldn’t pass it up for a quarter. That doesn’t make it a cheap gift does it? I mean in sentiment.”
“I think it looks beautiful. You have a real gift.”
Bethany’s smile faded. “My mother worked for a short time in a flower shop. She taught me a few things.”
“My mother taught me to cook. Those are some amazing gifts they passed on to us. Maybe you could work that talent into our catering. Centerpieces and things like that.”
The smile returned to Bethany’s face. “I’d like that.”
“I’m going to go take a shower and then plate a caprese salad.”
“You’re taking more food?”
“I can’t help myself. I’m happy and I cook when I’m happy. I’m nervous and I cook when I’m nervous.”
“Why are you nervous? You’ve met all these people.”
“But I wasn’t sleeping with Glenda’s son then.”
That had Bethany bust out in laughter. “I thought I was nervous, but you’re right. You should be more nervous.”