Kayla couldn't help but blush a little, but something about Remy set her just a little at least. Just a little. He was Brianna's father, after all. She took off her apron and folded it up.

"No, I've got the time. Just finished here." She went over and turned off the music. "Should I ask what Brianna's busy with?" She'd heard stories. A lot of stories.

Kayla put covers on the cakes. "I'm ready when you are." Nervous? Yes. But what did she have to fear, really? She loved Brianna, she really did.