not pleased about t

inner, the crystal goblets trembling slightly. "Julian Astor

, my existence craves cheeseburgers to

lects poorly on the family, Ava.

rge to describe the perfect al pa

more luncheons, more charity committees, to be se

donut shop, "Glaze of Glory," that had just opened. Their Instagram feed

ly dull garden party hosted by a Van der

wich. My soul needs sugar. That ras

her phone. The shop

her bewildered hostess, "a su

agstone path. She made it to "Glaze of Glory" with minutes

the first bite of a salte

disa

haling a chocolate lavender confection

er, owner of a popular bookstore-cafe chain, an

ell, well, Ava Chen. Solving an urgent family matter

ied dough and sweet glaze clung to her. Her sophisti

trying to regain her composure. "For

wouldn't know a whisk from a wrench. And

nel No. 5 is completely over

these are for you. A surprise. I know h

ou expect me to believe you, the queen of cool detachment, bought these for me? A

om the garden party, suspicious of her sud

ly. "Stuffing your face with cheap sugar instead o

g, Rhys was just telling me about his new... philanthropic initiative. Sup

s donut, trying t

erly confused. "Un

gely. "It's a

she' s too confuse