The Balancing Act of The Amazing Lucinda

Well Taryn is flexing the Vanderhaven muscle all over town as poor Cameo found out to her dismay, she came into the restaurant just in time to catch freak boy making faces at me but he changes it into a yawn and passes it off. How she can be fooled by the antics of that idiot I have no idea so in return I accidentally stepped on his foot which should have hurt him only he walks about in these huge army boots. I swear I am going to get a fry pan from the kitchen and dong some brains into him one day.

I scowled as he charmed Cameo into thinking he was ever so interested in her plans for Bianca’s luncheon and not so accidentally pushed the order book onto his head when he was looking for something under the counter. He stood up all sprackled but I just smiled sweetly as if I hadn’t noticed a thing causing him to glare at me for a second. Then he started smiling which of course just made me cranky as anything as it is very, very annoying when you cannot annoy the person you really want to annoy. Cameo’s phone rang about four times in a row and when she had finished fizzing into it she went storming off to see Chantal. It seems that the florist could not fill her order, something to do with markets, then some company supplying thank-you gifts could not fit her in and the final straw was when someone could not do something with chicken.

A grim Chantal came out of the kitchen while a frantic Cameo tailed her muttering about sabotage and conspiracy. If Taryn thought she was going to stop Chantal this easily then she must have forgotten about the last twenty years when Chantal managed to beg, bully and cajole her way into the being one of the richest people in Bishop Vale. IT took all of five minutes on the phone for her to not only solve all the problems, she was able to get Cameo a few perks along the way. Chantal waves me over and gives me her car keys asking that I get her planner from her car because Jojo of course has disappeared under the counter plus I think she knew if she gave him the keys he was just as likely to go for a wander for the next two hours. I waited until she and Cameo went back into her office and warned Jojo if he ran off while I was gone I was going straight to his mother. He grimaced and called me a tattler but I didn’t care for if I had to work in that hell hole so did he!

I go out to the staff parking area which is this secure private place that the general public cannot see and turn the corner into the biggest dilemma of the my life because right in front of me in broad daylight is Jazz and Braith smooching like there is no tomorrow. They break apart when they see me, all a bit fizzed and wary as if they are waiting for me to start screaming for Chantal and here I am standing there with my mouth hanging open. I don’t really know what to say until I ask Braith “Does Royce know about this?” Now why I asked about Royce at a moment like this is totally beyond m as who cares what Royce knows, its Taryn and Chantal they have to be worried about cause those two snarling she-wolves would rip them to pieces. Talk about suicidal, I had not idea what had got into them and what I had just seen put me in a terrible situation as I was working for one family and was friends with another. Braith shook his head and Jazz looks me like I’m the enemy and this pisses me off as I am not the one exchanging spit with my mother’s worst enemy, not that my mother could summon enough energy to hate anyone but still, this is madness. I decide that if I want to keep walking this tightrope I had best keep out of it so I told them that they should learn what the word discreet means got the planner and left.

When I went back in I must have looked weird because Jojo kept asking me if I was ok so I told him I was just a little frazzled by life and for once he stopped pulling faces. After we finished lunch he offered to take me to watch him do idiotic skateboard things and I told him if I wanted to see bleeding for entertainment I would go sit in the emergency room. He got all miffed and stomped off so I felt a bit bad as he might be a monkey boy but I think he was trying to be nice in his meatnut sort of way. As soon as I got home I kicked off my shoes and lay on my bed with a cold cloth on my head cause walking a tightrope in heels is murder on the arches.

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