The Girl Who Made Them Pay

Perfect dessert for the perfect royal party.”

And just like Chef Pierre, all I carried with me were a whipping whisk and a big dream

And it was this skill that had saved my skin every single time.

He’d kept me company on days when I felt like the whole world was against me

I could get lost in his cookbooks and foodie magazines for hours.

Experimenting with the recipes in Chef Pierre’s magazines had been my only escape from that hell.

I shouted again, my voice getting hoarse.

The man in the black suit pushed Katy toward the airport doors.

Just as they let their guard down, a man in a black suit pushes Katy into a waiting London cab.

vengeful, vigilante jus