Wish Upon a Star. Trisha Ashley

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       Jago

      Before the staff syndicate at Gilligan’s Celebration Cakes struck lucky on the lottery, Jago Tremayne and his friend David had been happy enough working there.

      Besides the traditional iced wedding cakes that Gilligan’s were most famous for, both men had developed a speciality of their own. David created tall cones of beautifully coloured macaroons, which were in high demand for all kinds of events, while Jago was an expert in making the perfect croquembouche: the fabulous French wedding cake made from an airy pyramid of patisserie-cream-filled and caramel-dipped choux pastries, a skill he’d learned during a year spent working in Paris.

      The lottery win opened new possibilities, because although the winnings were not enormous once their jackpot had been shared between twelve of them, it was still enough for Jago and David to start up a new business of their own, if they wanted to.

      And they certainly did. David, like his fiancée, Sarah, came from West Lancashire and they yearned to move back nearer to their families; while Jago, who no longer had a fiancée and whose parents had taken early retirement and gone to live near his brother in New Zealand, was equally desperate for a fresh new start outside London.

      Jago intended setting up a specialist croquembouche wedding cake business and at first thought of moving to Cornwall (where his ancestors came from) … until David persuaded him that there was a big opening up north and he ought at least to consider the idea.

      ‘You’d probably do really well in one of the wealthy areas, like Knutsford or Wilmslow in Cheshire,’ he suggested.

      ‘Then why aren’t you buying a shop there?’ Jago asked drily.

      But he knew the answer, for when he and his friend were searching for suitable properties on the internet, David had fallen in love with an old bakery in Ormskirk, even though he realised starting up a specialist shop in a small Lancashire market town would be quite a gamble.

      Jago hadn’t yet found his ideal property. Unlike David, he didn’t want a shop; since his orders would mainly come from the internet and magazine adverts, he just needed a large kitchen/preparation area. So he offered to move up with David and help him get started, while continuing his own search and, perhaps, testing the waters with his cakes.

      He suspected that business in David’s shop would be slow to pick up, but he was proved quite wrong, for when the doors of the Happy Macaroon opened for the first time, they were practically trampled to death in the stampede.

      David said it was probably due to the free macaroons on offer to the first twenty customers – but then, he’d been born and raised not so far away and knew how much Lancashire folk loved a bargain.

      There was also a lot of interest in the model macaroon party cones and croquembouche they put on display in the window, which looked realistic enough to make the mouth water, and the two patissiers both soon got their first orders.

      But the macaroons themselves were to be David’s bread and butter, and their enticing rows of many colours proved irresistible to the local population, even though they were quite expensive. Every purchase, from a single macaroon to a dozen, went into a distinctive silver card box, a sweet treat that would probably never make it all the way home.

      Certainly the many students who came into the shop tended to stand outside and eat them then and there, but David and Jago considered that a kind of free advertising.

      They soon began to bake a tray of gingerbread pigs every day, too, which were more to children’s taste (and less expensive) than the macaroons that lured their parents into the shop.

      In his free time, Jago stepped up the search for a place of his own: he liked working with David, but once his fiancée, Sarah, gave up her job and moved into the flat above the shop as they planned, three would definitely be a crowd. He was fond of them both, but when your heart had been broken, it was a little hard to be around two people as much in love as David and Sarah were …

      Of course, he’d always known that his ex, Aimee, was out of his league, and he had been amazed when she’d said she would marry him. But in retrospect, Sarah (who was a hairstylist in a smart Mayfair salon and seemed to know everything about everyone) had probably been right when she’d said Aimee had only grabbed him because Daddy had just put his little princess’s nose right out of joint by getting engaged to his very young PA.

      ‘I mean, you’re a good-looking bloke, Jago, don’t get me wrong,’ Sarah had said kindly but bluntly, ‘but she organises events for her seriously rich friends, while you earn peanuts making cakes and only met her because you were delivering one to a party venue.’

      ‘We don’t have a lot in common,’ he’d agreed, ‘but she loves me and wants to settle down.’

      ‘Well, it’s time enough; she must be years older than you.’

      ‘Oh, no – she’s younger,’ he’d protested. ‘Only thirty-two.’

      ‘Is that what she told you?’ Sarah had asked pityingly. ‘In her dreams!’

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