Rachel glanced warily around the room. At the back Tony, who’d already sliced his hand open getting his new knives out, looked taken aback by Chef’s abruptness and was shaking his head at Cheryl, saying, ‘That was all a bit unnecessary.’ Everyone knew Henri Salernes had a fierce reputation. Once highly regarded in the industry, he was now a virtual baking recluse. Rachel had expected a bit of moodiness from him but it was clear to see that he had no interest in them at all. As Marcia Pritchard’s mother had said, it was all for the money. Abby in the next row, who was all red lipstick and huge boobs, sighed and tapped her nails on the counter. Next to her Ali, who ‘liked to experiment with flavour combinations’, was holding in a nervous giggle. And George, old, bald with a white moustache, said, ‘Well, what do you think of that?’ But no one replied. The fierce-looking woman on her far right, Lacey, shushed him. Rachel had overhead Lacey telling Cheryl that she didn’t need to be there.
What do You think about The Parisian Christmas Bake Off?
