Sasha was barking orders, a few of the other contestants were comforting Dani, and the assistants swept in to clean things up and try to salvage the dessert so a judging scene could still be filmed. Cass wanted to cry as she watched everyone clean up her mess. So much for not ruining Charlie’s career.

• • •

“I don’t know about this, Priya.” Cass stopped a few feet from the store’s front door, trying to stall.

All Priya had said to her after the show wrapped for the day was, “Come with me and don’t ask any questions.” She was so glad to be off the set that she followed Priya without another word. Until they had arrived at their destination and Cass realized what Priya had in mind.

“You’re just going to have to trust me,” Priya said, opening the door and gesturing for Cass to go inside. With a sigh Cass stepped into the shop, where tattoo art lined every wall and the constant low buzz of the tattoo gun filled the room.

Near the back of the room a guy was seated on a stool, bent over the upper arm of a young woman where a half dozen deep black swirls peppered her otherwise unmarked skin—the beginnings of an octopus, it seemed.

Cass did not want to get a tattoo. Yes, she was doing her best to play Charlie, but this was taking things too far.

“Hey, babe,” the guy said, looking up at Priya from the tattoo he was designing.

“Hey, Jason,” Priya said. “This is my friend Cass. The one I called about.”

Jason, who had tattoos on nearly every visible part of his body from the neck down, grinned. “Nice to meet you, Cass. I’ll be ready for you in a few minutes, okay?”

“Oh, okay. No rush. At all,” Cass said, squeaking the words out.

“Relax. Take a breath.” Priya led Cass to a chair, then sat beside her and patted her knee. “I won’t let Jason get near you with that gun. I have your back, remember?”

“But . . . then why are we here?” The buzz of the tattoo gun was back, the sound like mosquitoes circling Cass’s head.

Priya picked up a magazine on the table in front of them. “To get you a tattoo.”

“Priya, what is happening?” Cass was frustrated now, her patience waning with every passing second.

“Jason is an amazing artist,” Priya said. “He did Charlie’s tattoo. And a few of mine.”

“You have tattoos?”

“Only in places you can’t see.” Priya winked. “Anyway, he’s going to do a temporary one for you. Of Charlie’s tattoo. So we don’t have to worry about your clumsiness and flying bracelets taking down croquembouche towers.”

“Oh,” Cass said. She let out a deep breath.

“Did you actually think I was bringing you here for some real ink?” Priya laughed, shaking her head. “I do think we should have some fun, though, and send Charlie a picture and tell her you two now have matching tattoos.”