I'm not sure who he thinks he is, stomping around the courthouse like he owns the place, but Jasper Pascal better think again if he thinks he can break my stride. My T's are crossed, my I's dotted, and my bakery food truck, The Little Spoon, isn't going anywhere.

After the city's top divorce attorney makes his restitution for that terrible first impression, I'm willing to overturn my decision to sentence him to life without my treats. He makes his living ending marriages, but he's arguing for our happily ever after. I'm just not sure I can trust that verdict.