“No, thank you for catering this weekend,” said Damian. “I’m looking forward to tasting your wares.” Ridley chuckled. “You’ve already sampled some of Mia’s.” My face turned red. “What was that?” asked Marshall, his eyebrow cocked. “Nothing,” said Damian, smiling. “Private joke.” “Ah,” he replied. “No wonder nobody was laughing.”
