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e complaints and that the people in the kitchen had been changed. The small explanation was enough for me. The flavor was different and did not look like what the online reviews

nding. This left me embarrassed, as I didn't expect it to be so bad. What would I say to Gabi? 'Her food is rubbish. Fire everyone and bring the old employees back'? I didn't have the courage, even though I had the freedom to do so. Paying attention to the sweets area and rehearsing the words I would say to Gabi, my gaze ended up falling on a little boy who stopped in front of the table, who was eye-catching, beautiful. The look, as always, was impeccable and made you want to try anything that was on the table. Gabi was very good at that, I always told her, but I soon suspected that it wasn't her who had directly taken care of that table. I raised my eyebrows at the same moment I saw the little boy, who was barely as tall as the table legs, pick up a lollipop that was stuck in a cone that went from the floor to the height of an adult man. He seemed to be alone, so I hurried to catch up with him. But it was too late. When I knelt down in front of him, the boy had already removed the packaging and innocently placed the lollipop in his mouth. The poor guy's grimace as he bit into what wasn't actually sweet, made me feel sorry, and without much thought, I removed the piece of plaster from his mouth, which was white and twisted with disgust. “It's okay, it's okay,” I said hastily, as I wiped his mouth with my coat sleeve. — Little one, this isn't a real lollipop — I warned him belatedly. I appeared calm as I showed that the entire cone was a decoration, while inside I was quite angry. Gabi didn't allow any decorative food at her buffet, it was never like that, but it seemed that the rush of having a business that grew overnight had overcome her in some aspects. This was a children's party, for God's sake! I wouldn't stop criticizing that when we had a conversation. Fake food at a party? Well, once again the bad reviews were ex