"How long did you say you've been doing this?", Tiffany Davenport asked as we walked into the bakery together. She looked all around observing the vicinity.
"It's been three years now", I responded. " I know it's not up to the work experience of the famous chefs on your contact list but I'd love if you'll give me a chance to prove myself".
She stared at me, I could feel her having a mental argument on whether I was worth it.
"Fine, I trust Trina and if she feels you have what it takes then it wouldn't hurt to see what you've got", she decided.
I smiled and went to get the samples I had prepared. I made a pink champagne cake because Trina tipped me off that she loved champagne and some brownie fudge cookies. I carried the two, each on one hand, and placed them in front of her. She looked at the pastries but made no effort in taking a bite.
"Aren't you going to take a bite?", I asked confused. I thought she said she wanted to taste my baking now here I was offering to her and she wasn't acknowledging it.
"Oh, I'm waiting for someone", she replied as she checked the time on her wristwatch.
That was news to me, I wasn't informed of her coming with someone, this made me nervous, I hated surprises.
The door of the bakery jingled signifying someone had entered. I looked at the door and saw a very familiar face, you'd be living under a rock if you didn't know Amanda Davenport. She was an award-winning author who had her talk show. She was a big deal in New York.
"Mom, you made it", Tiffany said as she stood up, hugging her mother. They kissed each other's cheeks, I guess that's how rich people greeted each other these days.
"Of course I did. I wasn't going to let you choose your chef on your own", Amanda retorted as she scanned the environment. Her gaze focused on me and she stared for a few seconds before smiling and offering her hand.
"Amanda Davenport, a pleasure to meet you", she stated with a poised voice
"Stacey Gilbert, it's so nice to meet you", I croaked my nervousness setting in.
Amanda walked around the bakery, examining everywhere and I was pleased with her facial expressions.
"Why is the place empty?", Amanda questioned
"We don't open on Sundays", I replied
She clapped her hand, went to meet Tiffany and opened the pastries I had prepared, and took a bite of the pink champagne cake. I watched as she chewed trying to decipher her facial expressions but she wasn't giving anything away. I couldn't read her, damn she was good. Tiffany did the same but she couldn't hold back her expression.
"This is so good", she moaned in delight. "It's like I'm having a mouth orgasm".
Mouth orgasm? I wouldn't describe my pastries that way but as long as she loved it, it was fine by me.
They both took a bite of the cookies and Tiffany continued to smile and praise the pastries.
"Oh my God, they're so amazing. My favorite has to be the champagne cake, that's my weak point. The way it tasted in my mouth is something I haven't experienced before and trust me I've tasted lots of cake", Tiffany rambled.
I was so happy that she loved the samples but I couldn't read her mom and I knew she was the ultimate card.
Amanda sat back on her sit and gave a loud sigh, "You could have made them look a bit more appealing".
"I know, it's just a sample", I responded quickly.
She broke into a smile and laughed loudly, Tiffany joined in and I'm sure I had the most confused face ever. Here I was being a nervous wreck and they somehow found this funny.
"Relax honey, I loved it. I just wanted to see how you take criticism", Amanda stated. She looked at her daughter," I like this one, I think she's going to be great for the wedding", she said.
I couldn't hold back my smile as she said, "Thank you so much, you won't regret this"
"I better not", Amanda said with a wink. "Well, I have to go. I've got some business meeting in an hour. It was so nice to meet you Stacey", she added. She said goodbye to her daughter and she left.
Tiffany picked up her bag as she wrote something down on a piece of paper," this is my email, you can send the expense list here and all the things you'll need for the trip", she said handing it to me.
"I'll do just that", I responded taking it from her. "Thank you so much ", I repeated.
"Don't mention it", she smiled as she strutted out of the bakery.
Once she was gone I gave a loud squeal in excitement. I'm going to Las Vegas baby!