Cupid's Cupcake Read Free

grabbed her phone. She needed to stop daydreaming and start working on a plan to change her luck and hopefully, her entire destiny.
     
     
    “This is going to end badly .” Belle couldn’t stop her fingers from twitching on the countertop. A million thoughts were buzzing through her mind. She felt as if a movie reel of her life scrolled through her mind reviewing every time in her life where she tried to take charge and move it in a positive direction. It was a terrible movie.
    “This is going to be awesome. It’s the beginning of your new life.” Tiffany p ut a glass of red wine in her hand. “Here. This will help take the edge off.”
    “I do n’t want to drunk bake.” Belle took a sip of the wine anyway.
    Tiffany snorted and rolled her eyes. “You also don’t want to pass out because you’ve gotten yourself all worked up into hysterics like you are prone to do.”
    Tiffany had her, and Belle knew it. She looked at the wine bottle. A small consolation was that her friend knew how to take care of her. Belle had a serious weakness for California cabernets. She looked down at her pale pink blouse and cringed. She was trying too hard. “I should change. I look like a poor, destitute nobody. He’s going to take one look at me and think that he made a mistake. He’ll turn around and walk out of here, and I’m going to be stuck as a nobody for the rest of my life.”
    Tiffany put her hand on Belle’s arm. Belle could see the sympathy in her eyes. “Maybe you should have gone into acting. Dramatic much? You look great, Belle. Besides, I have nothing left in my closet for you to try on. And for your information, that shirt cost four hundred dollars. You certainly don’t look poor.”
    “Why can’t you guys stay? Whatever happened to moral support?” Tiffany and Tom willingly gave over their kitchen to Belle for her interview, but were going out to dinner instead of hanging around. Belle desperately wanted the buffer between her and the gorgeous Brian Draper.
    “It’s time for you to grow up and be a big girl.” Tiffany patted the top of Belle’s head.
    “I think it’s time that you readdress that baby question with Tom so you’ll stop tal king to me like I’m your kid.” Belle couldn’t help being snappish. She was way outside her comfort zone. She took another sip of wine as she glanced at the clock on the microwave. She wanted to will it to move ahead several hours so that this whole bad idea would be over.
    Tiffany slid another bottle of wine from the rack by the refrigerator and set it next to Belle. “You know where everything is. Use the liquid fortitude if that’s what it takes to get this done. Be your normal charming self. Everything is going to be fine. This is the coolest thing to happen to you in months.”
    “ Or years,” Belle grumbled. There was a tiny part of her that was looking forward to meeting Brian Draper. He seemed pleasant enough on the phone, albeit a little direct. It would be the first time she was alone with a man since a horrible first date with a guy from work six months ago.
    “You ready to go?” Tom appeared in the doorway. He grinned at Belle. “Ready for your primetime debut?”
    “It’s a newspaper ar ticle, not a television show.” Belle rolled her eyes. Tom was a decent guy, and she sometimes thought that Tiffany got the last one. “He said that he found fifteen couples who said they got engaged because of my cupcake. That is crazy!”
    “ Tiffany’s been saying for years that Cupid’s Cupcake is a gold mine. They are so good. I wish you made them more often.” Tom patted his stomach with a fond look on his face.
    “I h ave to maintain the mystique.” Belle took another sip of wine. She felt it settle into her stomach, and then a calming sensation radiated out from her core. That was good. She gave serious consideration to attempting to drown the butterflies with more wine. She pushed the glass away. She couldn’t risk sounding like an