“What’s that?”
“He calls it Mixed Anchovies of the Five Earths of Cinque Terre. They are prepared five different ways, one for each town. A traditional dish that is considered an exceptional match for this wine. You have taken the first step to proving your palate to all these good men, Mr. Claremont.”
The others were chattering happily about his success.
Emilio began speaking once more as the dish was served round and the eating began.
“Emilio is regaling the party with tales of your first terrace.”
“I was just helping out Emilio.”
Conrad’s look said he was definitely missing something.
He was. A mere slip of a woman with a smile that could light up an entire café.
Old Erica would have wondered about an onset of psychosis. Perhaps not seriously, but she definitely would have toyed
