Chapter 39 - A Recipe for Reconciliation

Isabella’s POV

“Hello?”

“You were right. A tea party sounds like just what I need. I'm in.”

“Great! I knew you'd see reason,” Chloe chirped. “Oh, I forgot to mention that guests must bring a homemade treat. We're doing a cute little taste-testing game. That won't be a problem, will it?”

Of course, how else are you going to frame me? I thought.

“No problem at all,” I said instead.

~

A few hours later, I was standing in the empty kitchen, cursing myself for being overly ambitious.

The kitchen was spotless. Not even a remnant of Mrs. Lane's delicious lunch was left to be seen. And I'd been dumb enough to shoo Lacey away when she'd offered to assist. I'd thought after an hour's worth of research and a recipe in hand, I'd be able to handle it, but as I stared at the dozen or so buttons on the oven, I realized my earlier confidence was thoroughly unfounded.

And none of these damned labels made a lick of sense!

Maybe I should research the oven model to see how it worked.