Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“I don’t either.”
She frowned. “Do you want to stay?”
“Yes. We’re here, we might as well enjoy ourselves.”
Flashing me a dazzling smile, Clare focused back on the chef.
“The only thing you will need to make the pasta is a rolling pin, a knife, and a fork. So simple you will be able to make this from home,” Chef Kat said as she held up the rolling pin.
“I’m so sorry we’re late!”
The familiar voice had everyone turning around. Mandy stood there with a frustrated expression on her face as Ron came up from behind her.
“It was his fault,” she said, pointing to Ron whose face instantly went red.
Ron shrugged. “I’m sorry, I had issues with my car.”
Mandy sighed and pulled off her gloves. “We couldn’t even get an Uber and had to take a taxi.”
Everyone stared at her as she pointed to an empty table. “Is this table ours?”
Chef Kat nodded and met them at the table where she quickly went over what she had already told us. Mandy hadn’t even seen me. She snapped at Ron to take her coat when one of the employees rushed up and took both of their coats.
“Wow,” Clare whispered. “Is she always so…mean?”
Frowning, I tried to think back to when we dated. Had she always been this way?
Shrugging, I tried to decide if I really wanted Mandy to notice us when Clare called out across the small room.
“Mandy! Ron! What a crazy coincidence you’d be at this cooking class!”
Mandy’s head snapped up and she looked directly at us. A crease formed between her brows before she plastered on a fake smile.
“Wes, Christine.”
Clare laughed. “Clare, my name is Clare.”
Mandy waved her hand around. “I can’t keep up with all the women Wes dates.”
My mouth dropped open as I felt Clare instantly stiffen next to me. When Mandy turned to focus on putting her apron on, I looked down at Clare. She wore an expression I’d never seen before.
Leaning in so only I could hear her, Clare whispered, “What. A. Bitch. Are you sure you want her back?”
When I didn’t say anything, Clare pulled the mixing bowl toward us and focused on the chef.
“Let’s start with the pasta dough. We could use fancy equipment for this, but we’re going to use these.”
Chef Kat held up her hands.
“Measure out two cups of all-purpose flour.”
Clare looked up at me. “Want me to do this part and you mix it with your hands?”
Smiling, I nodded.
“Now pour it right on the table.”
Clare giggled. “Okay, this is going to be fun!”
I smiled as I watched Clare follow the directions.
Chef Kat waited for everyone to measure out their flour and put it on the table. “Now use the bottom of the measuring cup to make a little well. This is where you’ll crack the eggs.”
Clare was meticulous with her well, making sure it was perfect. I glanced over to Mandy to see she was watching me and Clare while poor Ron did all the work. I smiled and she quickly looked away.
“Okay, now that we have our circle, add two eggs and a teaspoon of olive oil.”
I cracked the eggs while Clare measured out the oil. Another glance over to Mandy and I frowned. She was attempting to crack the eggs and quickly gave up, shoving them into Ron’s stomach, instead.
Focusing back on Chef Kat, Clare and I waited for the next instructions.
“Give a good pinch of salt, and a tablespoon of water to get us started.”
Clare put the dash of salt in and the water.
“Now use your fork and whisk it. Once it is mixed, you start bringing in the flour like so with your fingers.”
Clare and I looked at each other. “If you don’t want to do it, I can.”
“No, I want to do it,” I said as I pushed my sleeves up and got to work. It was strangely calming for me to work the dough.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Clare asked as she watched me.
“Positive. However, I have made pizza dough with my mother.”
She pointed to me. “See, that probably helped. You’re mixing that like a pro!”
“Ron, you’re doing it wrong!” Mandy said rather loudly, all eyes moving to them both.
“Then why don’t you do it?” he replied.
Mandy folded her arms over her chest. “I’ll get it under my nails.”
The woman next to Mandy and Ron rolled her eyes as Chef Kat got everyone’s attention again.
“This is when you pause and let your partner who doesn’t have dough on their hands give you a drink of wine.”
We all had wine glasses on our stations, each filled with red wine. Clare picked up one glass and turned to face me. An evil little smile crossed her face. I raised my brows. “Don’t even think about it.”
“I would never,” she replied and held the cup up to mouth. I took a small sip, and she pulled the glass back then laughed. “You have wine on the corner of your mouth.”