Page 432 of Savage Bosses

“Oh, hell no,” her mother said. “There’s no way I’m letting you serve her.”

Tatianna grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ve got a plan.”

Tatianna spent the next hour telling her mother and Mrs. Cattaneo her plan for the brunch. By the time she was done talking, they’d given her their smiles of approval. Melinda wanted to be served.

Tatianna would serve, alright!

The next few days were a flurry at the cafe. Mrs. Cattaneo showed up every day as promised, and together, they came up with a menu for the Farrina Brunch. Bryceson still complained about Tatianna's desserts, prompting his mother to stand up for her.

That didn't stop him from insulting her cooking skills. During lunch one day, Mrs. Cattaneo left to meet Tati's mother for a lunch date. While she was gone, Melinda came into the cafe to meet Bryce. Bryce asked Tati to bring out a few of the event desserts for Melinda to try and approve of.

Even Sybil was enraged at his order. Tati placed three of the best desserts that Mrs. Cattaneo had already approved onto a tray and carried them out to the table where Melinda was seated across from Bryceson, holding his hand.

Seeing them hold hands pissed Tati off, but she kept her mouth shut. With her free hand, Melinda was tapping her perfectly manicured nails impatiently on the table. As for Bryce, his dark eyes were fixated on Tati, which seemed to bother Melinda.

"Here you go," Tatianna said with a tight smile, setting the tray down before Melinda. The aroma of warm chocolate and fresh fruit filled the air. "Please, enjoy."

Melinda's lips curled into a sneer as she surveyed the desserts – an array of delicate pastries, rich mousses, and vibrant fruit tarts.

"These look... cute," Melinda said, frowning.

"Do you not like the way they look?" Bryce asked.

"They're cute. I just wished they were a different color."

"What color would you like?"

"Since the brunch is pink, purple, and silver-themed, can we get them in those colors?"

Bryce nodded, then looked up at Tati. "You heard her."

"I have ears, so yes, I heard her."

"Rude," Melinda mumbled. She plucked a pastry from the tray, took a small bite, and then immediately scrunched her face in distaste.

"Ugh, are you kidding me? It's like biting into a soggy mess. Did you even bake this thing?"

Tatianna clenched her fists momentarily, swallowing the urge to lash out. Instead, she calmly replied, "Each dessert is made from scratch, and I assure you, they're all baked to perfection."

"Perfection?" Melinda scoffed, flicking a crumb off her fingers.

The crumb hit Tati's apron. Tati took a step forward and then caught herself. She couldn't slam Melinda's face into the tray. That could get her put in jail because there were witnesses, including Bryceson. Tati looked his way and found him smirking.Bastard.

"This isn't perfection," Melinda sneered. "More like a desperate attempt at mediocrity."

Tati rolled her eyes as Melinda moved on to the next dessert, a velvety chocolate mousse. The bimbo dipped a spoon into it. After a single taste, she frowned.

"This is far too sweet,” she complained. “I can feel my teeth rotting just from that one bite."

Bitch, when I'm done with you, you won't have any teeth.Tati kept her words to herself.

Bryce glared at Tatianna. "I told you to stop using so much sugar."

"Oh, right," Tati drawled. "The sugar shock. I apologize."

As Melinda continued to criticize each dessert, Tatianna's frustration simmered beneath the surface, threatening to boil over. And yet, through it all, Bryce simply watched, a smug satisfaction in his eyes that only served to fuel the fire within her.

"Look at this one," Melinda sneered, holding up a fruit tart. "The crust is all cracked, and the fruit looks like it's been sitting out for days. Do you really expect me to serve these monstrosities at my event?"

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