When she got back to the table, Rupert, realizing she would be totally floored by the French menu, had ordered a bottle of Pouilly Fume and smoked salmon and scrambled eggs for both of them. They were struggling. 'My bum and legs are as white as blackboard chalk because they're hidden under the table. 'Terribly sorry, Gerald,' he murmured to the pale young man in the pinstripe suit.
Once she'd served this, and cleared away, she could relax. 'She's a bloody good cook. 'Say I'm in the shower. Go into my office and you'll have a chance to meet the other judges and the fifteen finalists before transmission.
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