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ten, the shop was already open for business. While catering special events was the bulk of Decadent’s business, they still provided a menu of specialty drinks, desserts, and sandwiches for walk-ins from ten in the morning until ten at night. They were no Starbucks, but they had their share of the lunch crowd around midday, and an even greater share of the couples and first-date crowd in the evening.
    â€œGood morning, Sydney,” Wendy said brightly as Sydney entered Decadent through the back door near the kitchen.
    Sydney slipped off the sunglasses that shielded her eyes from the bright mid-morning sun. The city famous for its cold winters was holding on to the summer sunshine and warmth as far into fall as possible. Sydney hadn’t even had to wear a light jacket to work that morning.
    â€œMorning, Wendy,” Sydney said, smiling at the plump, olive-skinned woman who worked the early shift for Decadent. “How’s the morning going?”
    â€œGood, but not as good as last night apparently,” Wendy said as she used a box cutter to split open the top box on a pile in front of her. “The phone has been ringing off the hook all morning.”
    Sydney grinned and grabbed a pile of menus. “Oh yeah?”
    â€œYes.” Wendy grabbed a handful herself and followed Sydney to the front of the shop. “At first I was answering and taking messages. But there were so many that after a while I figured I might as well let it go to voice mail if I want to get anything done.”
    Wendy was about to say something more when the front door to Decadent opened and a sharply dressed woman carrying a purse almost twice her size breezed through the door. She looked around, unsure for a moment, then smiled when her eyes met Sydney’s and Wendy’s.
    â€œWelcome to Decadent. Can I help you?” Wendy asked with a bright smile.
    â€œYes.” The woman stepped forward. “I’m looking for Sydney Isaacs.”
    â€œThat’s me,” Sydney said, handing the menus to Wendy before stepping forward. “What can I do for you?”
    â€œI need to order a cake.”
    Sydney glanced at Wendy, who shrugged before busying herself with the menus.
    â€œSure.” Sydney motioned to a table nearby. “Why don’t you have a seat? Wendy will get you something to drink while I grab a few things. I’ll be right back.”
    â€œOK.” The woman slipped into a chair by a table for two and was on her BlackBerry before Sydney even left the room.
    By the time Sydney had grabbed her order binder and iPad and returned to the table, Wendy had served the woman tea and left a cup of peppermint for Sydney.
    â€œSo I’m not sure what you know about me, but I probably should introduce myself formally,” Sydney said with a small laugh. “I’m Sydney Isaacs and I’m one of the pastry chefs here at Decadent. I have one other chef and a team that works with me and we do everything from dessert orders for events to simple cakes to wedding and other specialty cakes.”
    â€œYes, I was told that you are one of the city’s hidden gems,” the woman said with a grin. “I’m Charlotte Grisby from Kline and Grisby Events.”
    â€œNice to meet you, Charlotte.” Sydney shook the woman’s hand.
    â€œI am sorry to just show up without an appointment or anything, but I was hoping if I came early I might be able to meet you in person,” Charlotte said.
    Sydney smiled. “Well, usually we do consultations by appointment, but luckily for you I have some time available this morning. What are you looking for?”
    Sydney listened as Charlotte explained that she needed a specialty cake for a twenty-fifth wedding anniversary event. Sydney took notes and asked Charlotte questions about the theme of the event, the venue, the number of guests attending, and the kind of menu they were serving. She also asked Charlotte to tell her a little about