I was fine existing on copious amounts of chocolate. But, thanks to Fenris's less than helpful intervention, Mom's building a nightclub named "Man-beef Buffet." My hell is only beginning. Hounded by the Academy's guidance counselor, smothered by her mother, and harassed by a perverted brownie, Eliana's patience for well-meaning help is thinning. She has more important matters on her plate. Like, dealing with the repercussions of a backfired...