#CHAPTER 73: Five Stars

MILA After seeing Alexandra’s negative reaction to the dish, I did the first thing I could think of. I ran frantically into the kitchen and called Samara. I knew she had previously worked with Alexandra, and she might have some insight into how to improve the situation that was rapidly heading downhill. Thankfully, she picked up. “Mila!” she exclaimed. “What a pleasure to hear from you! Aren’t you a little busy, though? Isn’t tonight your grand opening? I’m coming tomorrow and I’m just so excited–” “Samara,” I said, hating to cut her off but knowing she would talk for hours if I did not, “I need your help with something.” She went quiet. “What’s wrong, Mila?” “Alexandra Shea is here tonight and I think she hates the food,” I said, all in a rush. Samara sounded concerned. “I read what she wrote about you on her blog. It was a bit harsh, even for her.” “I really wanted to impress her tonight,” I said, my words coming out in a choked so