Saving Who?

Chapter 12

"Yea, they'll be here trailing us around every time. Recording everything. Even when I'm awake during the unholy hours of the morning." I laughed.

"Oh, this is good. Really good. Not only will you guys get boat loads more people... but you girls will definitely attract attention from my species. Straight men of course." he laughed.

Rolling my eyes "Is that all you ever think about?"

"Well, someone has to do the thinking for you since you're all businesswoman now."

"Meh I don't care about boys."

"That's full on crap and we both know it. So when do they come in?"

"2 weeks from now."

His eyes were glinting now, and I could tell he was coming up with some kind of plan. "Stop it. Stop whatever it is that you are thinking Jon." I told

"Whaaat whaaatt. I wasn't thinking anything... Ok yes I was! You're going to get your hair done. I don't care. I'll put in an appointment for the nails and a facial too. Then I'm going to coax your nana into taking you for a shopping spree. I'm not even gonna bother suggesting the idea to the other two because they are normal girls who would come up with that idea all by themselves. They WILL end up dragging you anyway." he said in a rant.

"Jesus. Fine I'll go. And nana doesn't have to pay for me. I am capable of paying for myself now." I whined.

"Yea yea miss independent. I have to leave now. See you in a couple of days." we both got up and hugged each other.

"Bye you hoe." I squished a little harder.

Looking around the bakery, everything was settling down. The evening rush would hit in about an hour or so. 

"Hey guys, let's make some donuts. Try out some new recipes." they looked happy to do so.

By the time the evening rush was over, and all the donuts we made were wiped clean, along with most of the pastries, I was happy to close up. Next door, I could already hear the crew prepping up for service.

Popping into the kitchen, I saw Claire making some sauce and the dessert chef which I hired doing his job. "Hey guys, everything going great?"

Claire's red head bobbed up "Hey you! Everything is great. How was your day?"

"Fine, I emailed you the details of the show did you read it?" I leaned against the stove and stole a scallop that was seared as a test run.

"Mhmm yes. Super excited. Bree is at the front straightening things out with the waitresses."

"Ok cool. Are you fine with the desserts Antonio?" I asked the dessert chef

"I'm good boss. Thanks for setting the rum jelly for me earlier."

"No problem. Kick ass today guys." I left to check up on Bree

She was dressed in her usual business attire. Pencil skirt with a crisp white top that was tucked in and mile high black Louboutins. "It's insane that you look this good for work." 

"Don't be silly. It's the image we need to portray. At least that's what I tell myself." she giggled.

"We packed today?" I noticed the booking list

"Yea and for the next 3 months. But i made sure to have a few empty tables for some walk ins."

"Efficient as ever. Got my email?" I chewed on a bread stick that I stole from the kitchen

"Yes. We need to go shopping, get hair treatments and nails done. Facials too." she said excitedly

Jon was totally right I thought to myself  "Sure sure. Just come to my house and drag me with you."

"Wow, I was expecting you to fight more."

"Yea yeaaa whatever. I'm going home now. See you later! The car keys are in our break room the car is at the back" I waved.

Stepping out into the streets of New York, I buttoned up my coat, and slung my bag across my shoulder, and started to walk back home. I left the car for the girls to use because it was crazy stupid to walk back late at night. Since they were staying with us temporarily, it was way more convenient. 

People were walking back to their homes some were walking towards the subway station for dinner. When I reached home, surprisingly, nana had company. Following the murmurs, which obviously lead to the kitchen, I found two other women there. 

They were all talking away in Italian. That was the first ever time in my entire life that I heard my nana speak Italian. I never knew why no one in my family spoke a word of it. My mother was American, but my father was Italian yet he never spoke it. Hell, he never really spoke to me anyway.

But to hear nana speak it?? I would have to do some digging eventually. "There she is my beautiful darling." nana said smiling

"Hello everyone." feeling awkward as ever, I waved like a nut.

"Oh Rosa, she's beautiful!" one of them said.

"All my girls are. The other two are running the restaurant. She just finished up with her bakery." my nana said proudly.

"I have a grandson.."

I immediately cut the lady off politely "That will not be necessary. At all." I smiled so hard I was pretty sure my face was gonna cramp after this.

"Nan, I'll be in my room." I filled a glass with some white wine and went into my room

The amount of pain in my shoulders was unbearable. I guess I really was overworking myself. Grabbing my phone, I texted Jon to arrange a full spa day that included a body massage with Bree.

Maybe it was time I accept dates that were set up by my nana's friends. Drinking the last drop of wine.. I grew the balls and went back out to cajole them back into setting me up with someone. Without seeming desperate of course.

Why should I wait right?

A/N : Thoughts? Vote? :)