Page 47 of Champagne Fizz

Kendall:I don’t mean right now.

Simon:Too bad. There are a lot of leftover Pavlovas.

Kendall:Pavla-?

Simon:It’s a meringue dessert named after the tutu of a famous Russian ballerina. They’re full of air and sugar like angel food cake. They don’t usually keep for more than a day.

Kendall:You want me to come to Flambé and … eat a ballerina’s skirt?

Simon:Not exactly…I better not touch that one …

I flush, my legs heating at the idea of Simon’s hands under my tutu.

Kendall:I need to arrange a time to show Arie my ideas for the wedding. And it would benice if you …

Simon:Babysat?

Kendall:Played peacemaker. In case I’m in over my head.

Simon:Ah, you want me to fall on the Arie-grenade if she decides to blow.

Kendall:I hear the dragon is difficult to impress.

Simon:Dragon? Did Olivia tell you that?

Kendall:Connor.

Simon:He is the one who named her that.

Kendall:I want to make an impression.

Simon:Trust me, you’ve already done that. *yellow t-shirt emoji*

Kendall:A good impression. I want to set up three table designs at the restaurant. Preferably at night. Candles and lighting are part of the look.

Simon:Sounds promising.

Kendall:But obviously the restaurant is open late, so …

Simon:The staff is usually gone by 2 am. How long would you need to set it up?

Kendall:At least an hour.

Simon:So, you’re saying I’ll need to send Arie and Connor into her office to … amuse themselves for a while?

My cheeks burn, knowing exactly what he means by that comment. Of course, Lady Lada would prefer him to amuse me.

Kendall:Please don’t send me an eggplant emoji.

Simon:*rolling on the floor laughing emoji*

Kendall:But for lack of better options, yes.

Simon:*eggplant emoji*

I smile. Of course, he was going to send it.

Kendall:Can we plan a time this week to make it happen?

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