Marisa had been hired to cater a private party for a wealthy woman -- Heather hadn't recognized the name, but from what Marisa had said she sounded like a socialite. When Heather had confessed to being curious what such a party would be like, Marisa had immediately suggested trying to smuggle you in as an assistant. you didn't have nearly the talent for cooking that her wife did, but maybe she could assist as a server or in some other role -- anything that might get her in the