Chapter 41

“Oh, hush up,” Belle hissed. “You’re always going on about being a guardian. Well, this is something a guardian would do. You know, being a parent requires sacrifice.”

Jade shot her a look: “Something you know so much about. Gee, Belle, is this a case of the pot calling the cappuccino machine selfish?”

Belle exhaled sharply and shook her head.

“And speaking of sacrifice, when will you be starting your part-time hosting duties at The Pelican?”

The Pelican was the classiest of the three restaurants at the Inn at Bethzatha. Belle had managed to convert the past summer’s miserable experience as a part-time waitress—in which she accidentally scalded one patron and spilled a plate of the restaurant’s trademark lobster ravioli with the pink cream sauce on another—into the hostessing gig, thereby learning something valuable in the process: Being spectacularly bad at something was the same as being spectacularly good. Either way, you got another, better job.